Burning all my candles, i'll just wait for oblivion
Lighting up my photos, i can’t wait to start again

Yes it’s a bitter pill, too sharp to ignore, when the body is begging the mind
Sad things start to resonate, yea, when the romance washed away

This is the only way, you’re gonna have to eat your heart out
Too late, I realize, I’m just a conduit for the pain
it's like a phone call late at night, its burning up your life
I’m dying just to give you any broken part of me you’ll take

Just us - two stupid kids, burning up our place, how’s anyone supposed to live here now?
Skipping through the street and singing “this is not my life...” 

Burning all my candles, i'll just wait for oblivion
Lighting up my photos, i can't wait to start again

Is it enough? To be alone, in all we feel? It feels too real
The empty space is harmony - it’s just a conduit for the pain

This is the only way, you’re gonna have to eat your heart out
Too late, I realize, I’m just a conduit for the pain
it's like a phone call late at night, it’s burning up your life
I’m dying just to give you any broken part of me you’ll take

Conduit

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☎️  “Call Me” ☎️ 
Written by Favours
Produced by Mark Andrade + Favours 
Vocals + Guitar: Alexander zen 
Vocals + Synths: Jacq Andrade 
Guitars + Synths : Mark Andrade 
Bass: Brendan Canning 
Drums: Kevin Correia
Mixed by Alex Bonenfant 
Recording engineer: Dylan Franklin 
Mastered by Phil Demetro
Recorded at Amos Waits Studio in Toronto 2020. 

☎️  LYRICS ☎️ 
Dream weaving, strange feeling, every time it's like time doesn’t exist.
Wrong direction, mixed impression, we’ve been here so many times before.
 
You don’t call, you don’t call, you don’t call me anymore.
You don’t call, you don’t call, you don’t call me anymore.
 
The wind was wild, love like a child, we opened doors I cannot close or ignore. 
Moment passes, but I'm not past it. Spending nights alone with Alice. 
 
You don’t call, you don’t call, you don’t call me anymore.
You don’t call, you don’t call, you don’t call me anymore.
 
That you are and you won’t be. Never anything I want to be. 
And you want but you’re searching holding on to anything. 
(holding on to anything) 
 
That you are and you won’t be, never what you wanted really to be.
You are but your searching in the wrong place for me.
 
You don’t call, you don’t call, you don’t call me anymore.
You don’t call, you don’t call, you don’t call me anymore.
 
But you are, but you won’t be, never anything I want to be
And you want but your searching holding on to anything.  
(holding on to anything) 

That you are, and you won’t be, never anything I want to be.
But you are and you won’t be, never what you wanted really to be. 
You are but your searching in the wrong place for me

CALL ME

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