Written by Suburban
Produced by David Sanya
Mixed & Mastered by Craig Wilkinson
Additional Vocals by Monique Orton

Bluebird riding round the city, fitting

Flying
Like helium
‘Cause my ground is up
And I’m high enough
To look down on all
The gas lightin’ up, and I’m
Flying
Like helium
Good enough just ain’t good enough
And it’s hard enough
‘Cause I’m just afraid to land

Bluebird riding round the city, fitting
Left right ducking on a feeling, sitting
Hard knock top no ceiling, swilling
Feel me on the bottom of another wave
Crashin’ face forward on the ground
Can I stand for another round, around
And round we go
Count a little slower
While I’m counting on the floor 
To change the locks on another door

Wound clocks to waste my time
‘Cause I ain’t fittin’ to wait while I’m feelin’ the weight
You never did get it, ha
Time forward to space my mind
‘Cause I’m fillin’ my own damn plate
You too late for a minute
‘Cause I’m

Flying
Like helium
‘Cause my ground is up
And I’m high enough
To look down on all
The gas lightin’ up, and I’m
Flying
Like helium
Good enough just ain’t good enough
And it’s hard enough
‘Cause I’m just afraid to land

(‘Cause I’m just afraid to land)

Touch down, home town
Where we going, old route
Highway split the green and sea 
Just a like grainy scene
Within a time machine, I’m takin’
Night owl, nest down
Bluebird rest now in peace
They lay you down with wreaths
And now I fly with piece of mind
An eagle eye up at the break of light 

Oh, I dunno, I dunno, I dunno, I dunno
And I just found the time to look forward in my mind
And to brake and rewind, man I just can’t sight it
Oh, I dunno, I dunno, I dunno, I dunno
There’s a ways to go
Wait a minute, if ever hope considers
Itself as a rope I dunno about living it when I’m

Flying
Like helium
‘Cause my ground is up
And I’m high enough
To look down on all
The gas lightin’ up, and I’m
Flying
Like helium
Good enough just ain’t good enough
And it’s hard enough
‘Cause I’m just afraid to land

Flying
Like helium
‘Cause my ground is up
And I’m high enough
To look down on all
The gas lightin’ up, and I’m
Flying
Like helium
Good enough just ain’t good enough
And it’s hard enough
‘Cause I’m just afraid

Helium

Written by Suburban
Produced by DAYGLO
Mixed & Mastered by Craig Wilkinson

I wish the sun would come up so I could sleep
I wish the grey would light up so I could see
I heard the days were nice out but that’s a rumour
A little humour 
For a hermit in a permanent stupor 

I wish the night sky opened up for me
I wish a bad day could turn into a dream
Yeah, I can’t seem to let it slide, let it slide, let it slide 

Imminent alarm
The AM stands frozen still
Sleep paralysis, it’s callous
When you can’t do nothing
Life a poison pill
But the PM it promise like a New Year staunch with will

I feel a bit alone
Old friends contact like netball and magnets
Two poles on a map
They don’t see the same facts
Yeah, it’s a bit late for that
But I can’t help but wonder if I turned it all back, would we attract? 

The sun emitting
Serotonin
Worth admitting, but I know

A son omitted
Worth subjective
But we place it, house or home?

A blue sky wash our sins
But that‘s a rumour 
When we fall out who’s in?

I wish the sun would come up so I could sleep
I wish the grey would light up so I could see
I heard the days were nice out but that’s a rumour
A little humour 
For a hermit in a permanent stupor 

I wish the night sky opened up for me
I wish a bad day could turn into a dream
Yeah, I can’t seem to let it slide, let it slide, let it slide 

She lay out in front of me
She all up inside my green top
Whatever a moon has been
Stop letting the crowd take over the scene

Pop pop pop
Is this thing on?
She hear my song
She keep me strong
A supplement for long days, or is it weeks?
Kiss my cheek (Neek)
She shoulder me from day one

The moon is distant
But who reached it?
I know I just built a home 

A true religion
I just wish that
Prayer would reach down when I’m up

The red sky comforts me
But that’s a rumour
When we fall out who’s in?

Yeah yeah yeah

I wish the sun would come up so I could sleep
I wish the grey would light up so I could see
I heard the days were nice out but that’s a rumour
A little humour 
For a hermit in a permanent stupor 

I wish the night sky opened up for me
I wish a bad day could turn into a dream
Yeah, I can’t seem to let it slide, let it slide, let it slide

Blue Sky Rumour

Written by Suburban & Canary Wolfe
Produced by Asendo

[SUBURBAN]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah

I don’t know how to stop apologising
When I’ve been reminded my whole life
The fault is mine
Every time I think I’m doing fine 
Somebody move the goalposts out of line
Reason got no... ha
I can’t tell the time 
Now it’s fight or flight
Danger ain’t arrived
I can’t tell what tense I’m in, but I know it’s heavy

Days fly by when I’m happy
But they go half-speed when I ain’t alright
And now I’m left and now I’m wrong 
And I can’t breathe
I only see the outlines of the sunshine 
Like an eclipse living up in my mind 
Bittersweet that I know what’s behind
But I’m running and my legs got no stride, oh strife 

But a knife need to be sharper 
I ain’t Ron like I ain’t Harper
On my Bull shit, carry these chips
For a long time... for a long time
I ain’t got enough fingers to count
Every time that they counting me out
Take a left on this roundabout 
But I’m still on my way around
Swimming in circles

But I ain’t no shark
Blood in the water when I run this bath
Don’t believe in god so why do I still feel like prey 
When I’m all alone and it’s after dark 
I’m in the park
And they’re all around 
It ain’t god I found 
But I know when I make it through the night 
“Amen!” is what I shout, yeah

[CANARY WOLFE]
Balloons will fly as high as high
Apologies likes clouds, my tears can fly
They all fall back, I don't know why
What more can I expect, staying inside my fault lines?

[SUBURBAN]
Yeah

I open up my arms to catch a cold
They bring you flowers to your funeral
But never bring you soup, a super bowl
But score a field goal, put it in the end zone

They gonna tell you that they were there
The interference as you ran
Right beside you, you unaware
The light that guides you, but it’s hot air
Is it hot here?
The gas in on, dear
A thousand yard stare
A flight of stairs (ha)

11 to be exact (yeah)
Lemon to be extract
A sour taste in a patch (yeah)
Put my brain in a cycle
Wash it clean, now the slate is blank 
A colour spectrum and you chose black

A star will try to keep its brightness intact
When you stand forward do they hold you back?
Carry your smile but they drop acts
When your self-worth cannot pay them back 
They assign you society’s rank 
When you a king, yeah, they make you wear hats
Take your crown and remind you that
No, you ain’t nothing, but they subtract that

That’s the fact that
It’s hard to track back
You leave some breadcrumbs 
But they’re just bait snacks
And you can’t trace jack
And now it’s ransom
Or random fake facts 
Fuck em all

[CANARY WOLFE]
Balloons will fly as high as high
Apologies likes clouds, my tears can fly
They all fall back, I don't know why
What more can I expect, staying inside my fault lines?

Staying inside my fault lines

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Fault Lines

Fault Lines (feat. Canary Wolfe)

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Written by Suburban & Sam Wade
Produced by AyoDlo
Mixed & Mastered by Craig Wilkinson

[SUBURBAN]
So put some liquor in the sky, yeah
Ha...
Yeah

I salute isolation, got no transportation
Good form in formation, a nation as one
Sometimes we must choose self-abbreviation
A station to transmit thoughts, face it ‘til it’s done

But what happens to those of us who every day prior
Check our pockets and found no self-worth, only spirals
And now that we all forced to pick up and dial
Don’t forget those numbers that almost came up now you’re...

Downtown
Where the streets don’t even call your name anymore, ‘cause now we
Down, down
You staring at your feet so much more than before, don’t make a
Sound, sound 
‘Cause when a tree falls and no one’s around anymore, it’s just 
Down, down, down
So roll the window up 

And I’ll be stuck here when the days go by

So put some liquor in the sky, yeah

We salute a solution by drinking this rum
Got wine when the days wake and shots til it’s done
There’s no celebration but for deviation 
Our patience is thinner than the platelets 

In my blood, don’t let it flood, I’m in it
In my cup, I let it, just a minute
Skin is rough, don’t let it touch the linen
Finger cuts, it’s all too much, let up now you’re... 

Downtown
Where the sun don’t even sing your name anymore, ‘cause now we
Down, down
And her feet don’t even touch the floor anymore, don’t make a
Sound, sound
And the moon is up, but we too drunk, ‘cause all we are is
Down, down, down
So throw it all back up

And I’ll be stuck here when the days go by

[SAM WADE]
I’m afraid to go out
Not afraid to stay in, you know, ‘cause I’m getting things done
And I catch the delivery boy every now and then
But he don’t really care
I mean, why would he?
He’s... he’s working for a minimum wage and just tryna get by
And I wave bye-bye 
And I try...
I mean I try but sometimes it all gets a bit much, you know?
I just wanna put on my red shoes and dance away the blues and, you know, let a bit of Rebel, Rebel-
Are you pretending to be David Bowie again?
Yes...
I-isolation’s really got to ya, hasn’t it?
Yeah...

[SUBURBAN]
And I’ll be stuck here when the days go by
(So put some liquor in the sky, yeah)
And I’ll be stuck here when the days go by
And I’ll be stuck here when the days go by

(In my blood, don’t let it flood, I’m in it
In my cup, I let it, just a minute
Skin is rough, don’t let it touch the linen
Finger cuts, it’s all too much, let up now you’re...
In my blood, don’t let it flood, I’m in it
In my cup, I let it, just a minute
Skin is rough, don’t let it touch the linen
Finger cuts, it’s all too much)

...And I'll Be Stuck Here When the Days Go By

...And I’ll Be Stuck Here When the Days Go By

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