Bring It All Back

Everything I Didn’t Say

The Best Is Yet to Come

Balance

Bodies

Cocaine

Sober (feat. Robbie Williams)

Sober

Other Sides Of The Moon

The morning light is spilling soft and keen,
Slow polaroid developing in shades of gold and green.
Morning breaths in it's drowsy shape,
with that tangled up hair, slowly you awake.

“Just, a tiny bit more”
you're casual morning routine

“aye, as you wish you're majesty”
I retorte to this sleepy queen.

up and at it,
just some toast and tea.
aye, though this fits me perfectly.

The path is winding through the hills,
mud on boots,
We’re stumbling though the branches,
while we’re setting down the roots.

Just a ling-a-long,
by this tidy canal,
aye,
the sheep and the fern keeps
the growing morale.

One hand on your belly with a quiet kind of pride,
Dreaming of the little soul that’s hitching for a ride.

Aye, we can already see,
this is going to be,
a greater part than,
the sum of you and me.

hum a hum,
a slow ticking clock,
all on our little morning walk.

dream a,
a little dreamah'
completly wonderful Tima.

The breeze is warm,
Tangles this head,
Thinking about the things,
that haven’t yet been said.

"How do we possibly do this,
with all we are"

"She'll have all of you,
a constallation,
orbiting this single star"

“Will she laugh like you do?
Will she have that wide-eyed grin?”

“She’ll carry your whole heart,
love, out and within.”

A piece of you,
and a piece of me,
and more than,
we could ever hope to be.

The sun sets behind toombarloom,
as there rises a slow silver moon.

She's held in your arms,
Laying here in this big bed,
Not many words that could be said.

Held close, tight to you chest,
Milk warm cheeks, tiny and blessed.

Never have I seen such a pretty sight.
I could get used to this my stars,
and, I think I just might.
She'll shimmer and shine in all we do
It's a promise, between me and you.

biral on paper, scrible a little rhyme.
as I try to note this down,
for the rest of time.

It is a bloom on a moon,
A dream,
escaping the confides of samsara,
This perfect little,
Tima Elara.

Tima's song

OCD

Lucy Spraggan