作词 : Brooke Bentham/Bill Ryder-Jones
作曲 : Brooke Bentham/Bill Ryder-Jones
Do you think you know your sunday self?
there is not a pressure
feel like you are not in your body
blissful but not numb
i can feel tired it does not burden me
sometimes it’s like i don’t exist
peaceful skin on skin
everything feels how it should
all my friends are drunk
haven’t been wasted in months
which is why we never speak too
falling out of touch
do you think they understand it too?
that wistful longing for what was
or is it all just in your head
planted but nothing grew
i miss home but i also learnt
how to create homes in places that i go to
stir of the tyne
after the cumberland
all my friends are drunk
haven’t been wasted in months
which is why we never speak too
falling out of touch
it lies in quiet in the night time
sixteen and burning candles low
twenty three in hot water
dead flowers on your window sill
i think i understand it now
that you’re not supposed to
i’ll never learn to be calm
the moon is a killer
washes bodies to the surface
how does anybody do this
all my friends are drunk
haven’t been wasted in months
washes bodies to the surface
everything feels how it should
i can feel tired it does not burden me
sometimes it’s like i don’t exist
blissful but not numb
everything feels how it should
peaceful skin on skin