Lyrics

I've been self medicating 
I've been dreaming I've been shaking 
I've been sleeping on the floor of your love 

And you sent me a letter 
To tell me to get better 
But there aren't any postmen where I roam 

And the air is a mirror 
And the flower's getting bitter 
There's a hummingbird 
Singing through the phone 

I'm standing on the sidewalk 
With a suitcase and some old chalk 
I'm gonna write my name on your wall 

And ‘cause it's always been this way 
Doesn't mean it should be the same 
In the morning 

I'm drinking wine with syrup 
I babble and I shut up 
I don't remember anything I said 

I'm going to the moon now 
I hope to see you soon, there's a bar 
Where we can talk with a view 

Got a little bit too much time on my hands

in the morning

Lyrics

Come back to the bed now, baby
Come back to the bed
You’re really driving me crazy
You’re making me mad 

And I know that the rain won’t fall down
And I know that the rain won’t fall 
And I hope that I’ll see you downtown 
And I hope that I’ll hear you call 

They’re trying to break us up, girl 
They’re trying so hard
But you see that that won’t work, no
You see it from the start 

And I know that the rain won’t fall down
And I know that the rain won’t fall 
And I hope that I’ll see you downtown 
I hope that I’ll hear you call 

If you look into the sun, you’ll be destroyed
Just wait your turn and step gently into the void 
If you look into the sun, you’re a humanoid
Just wait your turn and step gently into the void

the rain

I want more of whatever you’ve got
I see the moon and she’s hanging still
I’m trying to reach this shiny hot spot
Got my mind and my hand on the wheel

But you don’t seem to answer my calls baby
The sky is black and it’s ready to fall
See that parakeet landing on me? 
It’s got the colour of my heart and soul

Picking up the phone 
Picking up the phone woman 

Wanna take you home
Wanna take you home 

You seem so hard to discover
I wanna prove that you’re water too
You’ll become my bathing Diana
And all the dogs will bring you food

But you don’t seem to answer my calls baby
The sky is black and it’s ready to fall
See that parakeet landing on me? 
It’s got the colour of my heart and soul

Written, recorded, performed and mixed by Ferguson.

picking up the phone

Hi, I'm a songwriter and musician from Belgium. I make lo-fi indie songs in Garageband, with simple melodies, 7th chords and vivid images.

Follow me on Bandcamp: https://ferguson-indie.bandcamp.com/follow_me