Shoes

Lyrics 

Hey you,
You tell me that the times are changing
Don’t hang your clothes if they don’t need drying
  
Hey you ,
You brighten her day but look how ya standing 
you could be flying

Pick it up , put it down
spinning round, sittin now
laugh it up, never it
fall down, take a pick

come on baby, lets go, let’s get away



Times are changing

Smile

Lullaby For Sunday

On my own

Woolen Jumper

V1 

It’s hot like an oven
every door open
all the tables filled 
a  spaceship dream built


my mind is all butter 
I hope she knows better
adam scoops me up
attempts to put me back together 


Chorus 

every note she hits, 
every smile she throws, 
got me weak, got me weak


V2 
eyes bright city lights 
she picks up the mic
glowing in the haze
baby oh my days
sings like diana
Wrapped me up in silk pajamas
I can’t wait seven days

Weak

Lyrics

v1

See I’ve only just begun
Packed my car with all I’ve done
There’s sale on, isle 12 
You know I’m buying 

There selling biking with no hands
sea shells laid out on the sand    

Chorus

We can save the world
if we hold on tight
baby Forget all your tears
Put them out of sight  


V2

I was hanging on too tight
The world spinning I’m out of sight 
Wings broken
But now it’s double dutch all night
Tree swings over water, right? 

Chorus 

We can save the world
if we hold on tight
baby Forget all your tears
Put them out of sight  

Outro 

We can save, we can save , we can save the world etc... 



Save the world

Section A
Is it me or the story I sell? 
Whiskey lips, smoke curls, neon hotel 
Gold cufflinks gleaming in low barlight 
I wear the role like a suit too tight

Section B
Every line rehearsed, every smile a sin
 The man in the mirror—don’t recognize him 
Streetcars hum like a heartbeat slow
 Her fingers trace secrets I don’t even know

Section A

I let it all slip, let the curtain fall,
Puddled mirrors have no reason     to call 
Her laugh’s like jazz—wild and sweet
Am I still a stranger, stuck on repeat 


Section B
Every line rehearsed, every smile a sin
 The man in the mirror—don’t recognize him 
Streetcars hum like a heartbeat slow
 Her fingers trace secrets I don’t even know


Sebastian Singh