summer grass, holding hands
we said eternal but time had other plans
apricity, so carefree
we built a world, will you go there with me?

it was euphoric to know you
it was euphoric to know you
envision a forest to see you
it was euphoric to know you

take my skin, i’ll etch you in
it’s not up to you what i hold within
dancing at bus stops
road trips to shit songs
we build a world, will you go there with me?

been craving conclusion, some closure, an end
a golden mirage since the day that you left
hours to days, i dont know where you went

been craving conclusion, some closure, an end
you said forever, is this what you meant?
days turn to weeks and i just miss my friend.

been craving conclusion, some closure, an end
masking confusion with shallow resent
weeks turn to months and i still need to mend

been craving conclusion, some closure, an end
look to the heavens, is that where you went?
months turn to years and i just miss my friend.
 
it was euphoric to know you
it was euphoric to know you
envision a forest to see you
it was euphoric to know you

WE BUILT A WORLD

call me a demon
or call me a bandit
call it illusion or vision of grandeur

late night conversion
possessed by the darkness
cleanse me of who i am
make me a sadist

won’t take off my mask
for your hate will destroy me
pin me down
“power of christ, it compells me!”

pray for me
my lack of faith is disturbing

VADER

i know i fucked up that night
sobered up in the cold
blurry bodies and brutal quiet
screaming black at the walls

you never thought for a second i’d be having second thoughts
when you fell hard, well, i fell short
i don’t know myself when i’m insecure
you never knew for a minute you’d be left for dead
and though it gets so loud inside my head
there’s no excuse for the things i did

waited for the storm to pass
for so long i started to drown
i know this exile is justified
i hope you’re better off now

you never thought for a second i’d be having second thoughts
when you fell hard, well, i fell short
i don’t know myself when i’m insecure
you never knew for a minute you’d be left for dead
and though it gets so loud inside my head
there’s no excuse for the things i did

i didn’t know i could scream like that
i didn’t know i could act like that 
i didn’t know you could cry like that
fuck i’m sorry that i’m capable of that

there's no excuse for the things i did // demo

so long
oh, we loved for so long
the sun
can i show you the sun?

i see you running for cover
hear you tell me you love her
replay it over and over and over
when no one was around i discovered
you were the brightest of colours
do you think you'd be my lover?
if no one was around?

the skies
can we take to the skies?
those eyes
what i'd do for those eyes

i see you running for cover
hear you tell me you love her
replay it over and over and over
when no one was around i discovered
you were the brightest of colours
do you think you'd be my lover?
if no one was around?

do you think that i could pull you from the clouds?
could i build a world to change it for you now?
do you think that i could take away the doubt?

do you think that i could pull you from the clouds?
i breathed you in. how could i breathe you out?
do you think that i could take away the doubt

if no one was around?

demos

IF NO-ONE WAS AROUND

DEPTHS

CONTACT - timdrummondmusic@outlook.com

// I experience things. I write songs about them. That's pretty much all there is to it.

I like making people feel things. I love music that you'd listen to in a dark room at 3am and just reflect on life. It doesn't have to be sad, necessarily, but that dream-like state in the early hours, full of melancholy, or euphoria, or loneliness, is what my music tries to reflect. A bit of piano, some vibey synth, and a microphone is where I feel most at home.

my songs are merely stories, set to tunes. the lyrics might sometimes be shrouded in disguise, but i like it that way. interpretation is everything.

In the process of recording my first EP, everything I upload from this point is merely a teaser of what's to come.

thanks for listening. //

tim drummond