Performed by White House Down
Produced by White House Down
Recorded by Tom Hunt
Mixed by Tom Hunt
Mastered by Stuart Bruce

Lyrics:

Well, I sit and wait as I call the news
That I might paint my face a kind of blue
And I bet myself that I needn't choose
If I come by every weekend
Singing the same old song
I choose
To stumble archetypal avenues
As I damn the art and I damn the game
But I'd still come by every weekend
To take myself off the page

I'm claiming affectations I don't deem to be mine
Some fate or divine
For all I care you know as well

As I do
Misfortune gifts another afternoon
And the hand that takes never even moves
Then they say that a month's the new weekend
Well that's a game two can play

We're all ashamed and unstable
And living in department stores
It's all wrong
But I can't help but fall

Another simple pleasure to take me off my mind
Faking human nature to alleviate mine
I know you said I had it but I don't think I can love
Another fabrication

Another simple pleasure to take me off my mind
Faking human nature to alleviate mine
I know you said I had it but I don't think I can love
Another fabrication

High Kick Psychic

Performed by White House Down
Produced by White House Down
Recorded by Chris Ellul
Mixed by Chris Ellul
Mastered by Stuart Bruce

Lyrics:

Burn the book, we'll never learn
All of the diminishing returns
Liquid life losing in the fight
Aquaplaning; Middle of the night

The land of Dans and heroes mothers

Fuelling tired wheels again
Childhood shaking its young head
Silent films under hazy lights
Controversy close enough to bite

Because soon we'll be a world that reminisces about race
And you won't understand the words I've written on my face
For heaven holds no commonplace; No reason or no rhyme
For me to think of anyone but me, myself and I

I don't really want to say
But Winston really ain't that far away
Whatever there's to give or to take
I'll steal it from the belly of the beast before I slip away

First to show and last to leave
Freeze to death; Universities
Sell our soul if the price is right
Warm food; Middle of the night

But say no more
I don't exactly care
And I don't exactly try
I'm never one to know
Or ask the heavens why
If I quit I'll die
If I don't quit I will die
I don't need a website, bye
Unless I'm compelled to take a fool
On a magic carpet ride
Let's get back in the van

Back In The Van

'On The Edge Of Dreaming' is the new single from Somerset band White House Down.

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Performed & Produced by: White House Down
Recorded & Mixed by: Tom Hunt
Mastered by: Stuart Bruce

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Lyrics:

And I'm on the edge of dreaming
As light creeps through the leaves
Past a portrait of you and me
Catching dust of a different air
One that's waiting for a change
And holds us while the world goes by
As I fall in love with your cheeks
So safe and so serene

I'm weighing up the odds
I push against my way
A life of two lives
Is this really what it feels like to let go
Of moral weight?

So here I stand on broken feet
Just making my ends meet
For the dreams of a time
For the dreams of a place
That are yet to exist
But have taken up the space
So here I am from prison to palace
Like Joseph laid to waste
I don't need a God; just belief
That the weight will be lifted
And make a change out of me

But can't you understand
What it means to make a man?
They won't move around it
And you just can't understand it
So I know
That on the edge of dreaming's where I'll stay

And I keep rubbing my eyes
Pinching harder on my side
As the feeling drifts away
From inertia to pain
To remind myself
I can't change the way I'm going
Just like a dying flame

So I'm weighing up the odds
And I push against my way
They can't move around it
I can't bear to understand it
So I know
That on the edge of dreaming's where I'll stay

White House Down

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