Dead men dancing in space
Hung amongst stars
Where have they come from?
Will they go very far?
Watch out the window
Watch as they spin
One two three, one two three, one

Clasped in embrace 
Tie upon tie 
Suit jacket straightened 
Glassy eye to glassy eye 
Take a breath in 
Hold it forever 
One two three, one two three, one 

Dead men
Dancing forever
Oh dead men
Do you see heaven?
Ah dead men
Teach me to dance like you
Dead men
Dance at your leisure 
For dead men
Time holds no pressure 
Ah dead men
Teach me to one two three, too

Tell me you love me
Tell me you’re tired
Tell me you like it
So close to the wire
Betrayed me in some way
Haven’t yet worked out how
One two three, one two three, one

What’s left of a waltz when the heartbeat is gone?
What’s left of a song when no one sings along?
How am I frozen so close to the sun?
Are we spinning and spinning and spinning and spinning and spinning?

Dead men dancing in space
Clinging to stars
I know where you’ve come from
Will you go very far?
Is a day on Venus 
Worth a life on Mars?
One two three, one two three, one 

Dead men
Dancing forever (Dancing forever)
Oh dead men
Do you see heaven?
Ah dead men
Teach me to dance like you
Dead men
You can dance at your leisure (Dance at your leisure)
For dead men
Time holds no pressure 
Ah dead men
Teach me to one two three, too
Teach me to one two three

Dead Men Dancing

I have been making bad decisions
I have been pulling it all apart
Gilding consequence with fate again
It’s my myopic art

I have been making bad decisions
I‘be been hiding them from my friends 
I break things with impressive precision
And I’m not trying to make amends

It’s the way that we talk
If we talk
It’s the way that we speak
If we speak at all
It’s the way that we talk 

I am weary of your beauty
I have cast my net too wide 
Stretched my ligaments thin again
To hold up half your sky 

It’s the way that we talk
If we talk at all
It’s in the way that we speak
We don’t speak anymore
It’s the way we don’t talk 

It’s the way we don’t talk
We don’t talk at all
It’s in the way we don’t speak
We don’t speak anymore
It’s the way we can’t talk 

Do not try
Do not seek to find me
Small glories are all 
I have left

Do not cry
For I am beyond you now

BAD DECISIONS

Summer days 
Heavy air
Run my fingers 
Through your hair 
Play me, play me, impale me on your lashes 
As I sing

Softly do we make our chorus 
Who are they but golden tourists
Passing through our summers
Shadows crowning in their wake before they

Softly make their daily chorus
Then are we those golden tourists?
Passing through the summers
Crowning shadows in our wake

Aching days
Wishing nights 
Feel your sweat 
In neon lights
Hold me, hold me, lull me, lull me closer
To you 

Take my hand 
Don’t ask why
Can we fall for just one night 

Take me in 
Let me breathe you 
Then let me leave you 
When it’s light 

Stolen time
Spinning room
Wasted touch
Forgotten whose
Hush me, hush me, crush me, crush me in your palm, once more 

We are lost 
Don’t know why 
You keep falling for this lie 

I won't love you
And I can’t try to 
But I can’t seem to 
Say goodbye

Softly do we make our chorus 
Who are they but golden tourists
Passing through our summers
Shadows crowning in their wake before they

Softly make their daily chorus
Then are we those golden tourists?
Passing through the summers
Crowning shadows in our wake 

(Falling for this lie
I won't love you
And you won't try to
But I can't seem to say goodbye)

Tourists

I’m staring out at infinity
In the shadow of my family tree
My brother is the funny one
I’m still trying to find my place you see
I wonder what my parents dream
When they go to bed at night I mean
Is it wise and full of unsaid things? 
sweetened sons and bitter pyres

There’s so much that I don’t understand 
It’s a long long life 
I’ll comb my hair and I’ll clean my hands
Be a good good good good wife

I was told I had a hungry eye
It kept me counting as the days went by
A girl, not naked, must still be robed
Wrapped in the fat of all the things she chose
Many hands and years have made me lean
Smeared round the edges of the glass I clean
And when I look for God I find him folded 
Between the linen and the sheets

There’s so much that I don’t understand 
It’s a long long life 
I’ll comb my hair and I’ll clean my hands
Pleasing face and pleasing palms
It’s not love but it is a man

I’ll be a good good good good good good good...

A GOOD GOOD WIFE

I've seen the great toil of man, watched me be erased
They’ve parted the seas but not yet made a key for the woman in chains
Everyone’s talking, everyone’s shouting, I’ll just be quiet, shall I? 
I read your script and my role just concerned me walking from room to room crying 

Nothing excites me
I’ve bottled my lightning 
The world doesn’t frighten me half as much as it can
No nothing excites me
I’m tired of the routine
Of crying for you and the things I can’t hold in my hand

Any mistakes that I’ve made, I’ll claim them as mine 
Paragon, virtue, the mother that hurt you, it’s all captured here in my smile
Lay your head on my breast, tell me your dreams, and i’ll put mine to bed
Sing me a lullaby, won’t you darling? For the life I almost had

Ah nothing excites me
I’ve bottled my lightning 
The world isn’t frightening me half as much as I wish it would 
No nothing excites me
I’m tired of the routine
Of crying for you and the way that I’ll look in my funeral suit

FUNERAL SUIT

GOOD GOOD WIFE (STRINGS)

Bitter taste of champagne 
Lost control again 
I feel it in the morning rain 
The sweet regret of life unchanged 

And I know we can’t be so 
And yet this feeling grows 
Found solace in your fool’s gold 
It’s all I’ve ever known 

You were gentle I was mild 
You were fearless I was wild 
You were proud and I was too 
I tried to be like you 

But when sunlight broke the day 
You were always worlds away 
And though the space between us grew 
Still I reached for you 

I went high and I went low 
Still I could not let you go 
And though others offered gold
Still I clutched that false stone 

For it sparkled in the light 
The way your eyes did that night 
I will love you til I’m old 
Even though it’s fool’s gold

FOOL'S GOLD

Northern Irish singer-songwriter; a fresh new voice on the UK's indie-folk scene

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