'Find Your Way Back' is an ode to the lost places of childhood, about searching for somewhere to belong.
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Always the new kid with your brave face on
Every year: new school, new song
You had more childhood homes than you have toes
It’s a dead-end doorway, somewhere you can’t go

Looking for a light, looking for a sign to
Find your way back, find your back
What you seek is just out of reach, you can’t
Find your way back, find your way back

Caulfield to Coburg, Burwood, Bondi
These places get all tangled in your mind
And it’s hard to know where you belong
If you’re not quite sure where you’ve come from 
Feel like a piece of misdirected mail

Looking for a light, looking for a sign to
Find your way back, find your back
What you seek is just out of reach, you can’t
Find your way back, find your way back

It’s a map with no edge
A maze that’s all hedge
Forever looking
Around the corner
Over your shoulder

Looking for a light, looking for a sign to
Find your way back, find your back
What you seek is just out of reach, you can’t
Find your way back, find your way back
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Georgia Fields – vocals, keyboards, additional guitars
Josh Barber – drums, percussion, handclaps, additional guitars
Jules Pascoe – bass
Joshua Teicher – guitar
Mezz Coleman – group vocals
Brooke Russell – group vocals
Alison Thom – group vocals
Elle Young – group vocals
Produced & mixed by Josh Barber at The Aviary, Melbourne
Mastered by Lachlan Carrick at Moose Mastering

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In My Blood

"In My Blood" is the fifth single from Georgia Fields' forthcoming album "Hiraeth".

Written by Georgia Fields
Produced & Mixed by Josh Barber
Recorded at Mollongghip, Victoria
Mastered by Lachlan Carrick
www.georgiafields.com

Bass – Jules Pascoe
Photography – Wilk
Hair and make-up – Harriet O’Donnell
Design & layout – Studio Together

Lyrics:
What is desire
Is it lack, a trap?
Venom yen
For a housebound wren
Why do I want, want, want
To be full, filled?
Fill my cup, fill it up, fill it up

Maybe it’s in my blood

What is control
A hole I hold?
Knuckles white, so tight
So no light can get in
And I spread my
Self so thin
Offering a bouquet of bones
A stone to atone
This palindrome

Maybe it’s in my blood

Nature! Nurture! 
Pleasure searcher!

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