Kick in the teeth

Sometimes you swear something is real. You swear so hard, you can hold it in your hands, you can taste it, you can smell it, but when your hands open – nothing. No, no, no, it was there. It was real.

Like always, Thom York has something to say about this.

 

“There There”

In pitch dark I go walking in your landscape
Broken branches trip me as I speak
Just cos you feel it doesn’t mean it’s there
Just cos you feel it doesn’t mean it’s there
There’s always a siren singing you to shipwreck (don’t reach out, don’t reach out [x2])
Stay away from these rocks we’d be a walking disaster (don’t reach out, don’t reach out [x2])
Just cos you feel it doesn’t mean it’s there (there’s someone on your shoulder [x2])
Just coz you feel it doesn’t mean it’s there (there’s someone on your shoulder [x2])
There there…
Why so green
And lonely [x3]
Heaven sent you
To me [x3]
We are accidents waiting
Waiting to happen
We are accidents waiting
Waiting to happen

 

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