I’ve been so tired
Do you know why?
Could you read my mind? 
The truth’s been hard to chew 
That if it’s not you
Then our end is soon 

I know that if ever I fall
They’ll never mean as much as you 
I’d talk but the words feel too tall 
And I’ve never felt that much in me
I could love you better, better 
No, I would love you better, better 

With time, will it pass me by?
Just a glint in the eye
A tale shared like wine
Is it true
That to love you bruise?
And that’s what you choose
How does that feel good? 

I know that if ever I fall
They’ll never mean as much as you 
I’d talk but the words feel too tall
And I’ve never had that much in me
I know that if ever I fall 
They’ll never mean as much as you 
I’d talk but the words feel too tall 
Guess I've never seen that much in me 

I know that if ever I fall
They’ll never mean as much as you
I’d talk but the words feel too tall 
And I’ve never felt that much in me 
I could love you better, better
No, I would love you better

I Could Love You Better

Age of Junk

Islands in the Sky

Say It Too

your hand, this sky

Sixpence

En Plein Air

New single by Geordie punk group Swine Tax, featuring guest vocals by Robyn of bigfatbig fame.

Words & music by Swine Tax.
Artwork by Vince L.

Swine Tax - Annual Leave

Endless Night

Taken from the forthcoming new album This House, out Sept 1st. Pre-order: https://fulltimehobby.ffm.to/thishouse

This House

Hang Out

Pale Blue Eyes - Hang Out

I Don’t Mind

Produced by Robert Smyth
Mixed by Ally Jowett
Produced by Paul Winstanly
Music written and performed by Flip Top Head 
Flute by Fran Larkin

Blitzcat Records © 

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Lyrics:
You see, in my prefacing background
Prefacing back

And with the lick of a flame you entered my mind,
Like the flickering of Alfred Street
But now it’s red
(Now it’s red)
And we’re all equivalent to the gulls of the night,
The foam rolls- a child in a ball pit
And i’m here and you’re there
And we’re thrown down, deep under so i’ll roll with it
And if you were sat on that box,
Steadfast, the opposite of her waves
I’d be there
I’d
Ankles scuffed, fingertips kissed with cold
Kiss me cold, please unfold

Alfred Street

Angels / Better Late Than Never

Better Late Than Never

Alfred Street

Flip Top Head

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