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Weeks

with your eyes open

I got blood in my veins just as you have got the same
But there is a thing neither we could touch
Like the mud in the rain turning back to dirt again
Whenever the shine re-opens up

By the walls that come down falling
There’s a horn for us to blow in

How is it real?
Tell me how is it real?
Well how does it feel?
Well how does it feel?

Call it done 
Call it fate
Call it drawing to the date
There’s never a way we can make it late
Cause there are things happening
Neither one of us can change 
As that’s for the magic to take it’s place

Are you twisting on my arm?
is it twisting on its own?

How is it real?
Tell me how is it real?
Well how does it feel?
Well how does it feel?

I got blood in my veins just as you have got the same

Written, Produced and Performed by Jack D'Arcy and Lizzie Watkins.
Produced by Telesonics.
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By The Walls

Matthew

darling.

Adrift (Piano)

'displaced' is the condition that could be applied
to the ever trembling dangle that held my voice.
whether it had been the crest of its own hum
or the knife i've known myself to brandish,
it has been loosed from my weak grip.
silence now holds my voice
with benign custody
upon the condition
of displacement
from who i am
apart from
who i
will
be

Weeks

No Death