The single 'Tiny Fires' was released December 15, 2017
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~ Lyrics

An hour in real time passes like a second on a broken clock.
I stay in bed all day just to realise that this’ll be the third on the trot.
I set the foundation for a life that I don’t know how to build.
And I take a step backwards and I fall down the same old hills.
I hope that you return to me, it’s mighty lonely on my own in the city.
I hope I find some better company, where theyre willing to be caring for my pity.
And I do not want to wake up to the shame, but I’m far to tired for these games.
We will bury this with all our memories, right beside the last love that took it all away.

(Pre Chorus)
Oh, as sweet as you were,
you turned out to be fools gold in the dark dirt.
You ripped through the house, whirlwind tearing everything to the cold ground
Your words through the phone, forced the skin right off of my white bones.
And I lay, surrounded by these thoughts

(Chorus)
Our Tiny fires, I swear they’ll burn some day
I want them wild and in some place it never rains.
We belong, Deep inside the blaze,
just like we did back in our early days.

I move in straight lines and follow cats eyes beside the road.
I know directions but where they take me we’ll never know,
Please fire a flare so I know that you are out there,
Safe and sound, with a beacon over your head.
I hope that you are missing me, I feel it too when alone in the country
I miss the sirens and the song repeats, late nights that I wish I could remember
I’d do anything I can to make you stay, but your mind’s made you’ll leave anyway.
I sure hope your train's delayed, theres so much more I need to say.

Oh, as sweet as you were,
you turned out to be fools gold in the dark dirt.
You ripped through the house, whirlwind tearing everything to the cold ground
Your words through the phone, forced the skin right off of my white bones.
And I lay, surrounded by these thoughts

(Middle)

(Chorus)

Tiny Fires

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