Special thanks to Siobhan for putting this together.

BOOK OF REVELATIONS
I looked my name up
to get sick of myself
I’d been taking my cues
from the book of revelations
and been horrified
to find
I’m so capable of making a mess
and it’s hard to find love
buried under duress
oh no

So we waited this out
outside the burrow
with teeth and nail
we shadowed our sorrows
like a hunter
oh nose to the ground
just sniffing for clues
till we found out
it was both of us
looking for you
oh no

So baby I’d be horrified
to find
I’d been the thorn in your side
all this time
so if you need to cut me out
then cut me
but please make sure that I die

But don’t
don’t you let me down
easy or in pieces
I can take it
all at once

Bees die when they leave the sting in the flesh
so you’re killing me
but at least I know I stung you the best
I’ll be fossilised
little wings trapped in crystallised sap
you could wear me like a pendant
would you like me like that?
Oh no?
On with the show

Baby I’d be horrified
to find
I’d been the thorn in your side
all this time
so if you need to cut me out
then cut me
but please make sure that I die

But don’t
don’t you let me down
easy or in pieces
I can take it
all at once

SONGLINES
I feel you like an autumn hue
you shiver like a leaf
and wait for the summer
I know that you’ll be leaving too
so sing away the distance
sing to discover

I’ll never find a reason to
leave you like the seasons do

I’ll sing you every song I know
and you will sing them better
better than an echo
and know that you will walk alone
even when you follow lines to the letter

I’ll never find a reason to
leave you like they do

So Journey well
I know you will
journey well
you will I know
if you follow
the song lines

No matter that your feet will fall
no matter that you’ll fall away from the others
following the chorus call
so sing away the beast
to find what to follow

I’ll never find a reason to
leave you like the seasons do

I’ll never find a reason to
leave you like they do

So Journey well
I know you will
journey well
you will I know
if you follow
the song lines

Sing your way across farewells
and then you’ll sing your way
right back to me
along that song
I hope I taught you well
the beast will always call
so sing yourself away from harm
then sing your way back home

LATE NIGHT DRIVING
Late at night when I’m driving
I get the urge to let the engine idle
turn the lights out
and close my eyes

And I remember the ocean
I let the current take me out
to the point of no return
then I swam back to the shore
where I shivered like a bird

There’s a point
there’s a point I know
there’s a line that you could cross
but then
you could never go home
and there’s a part of every heart
that will forever be their own
and no one else can go

I remember that feeling
I saw a look in your eyes
I had never seen before
saying if we don’t do it now
we’ll never do it at all

So we take the better part of valour
and we keep our little mysteries
but you were a line
I would cross every time
you’ll always be a secret to me

THERE’S A LINE
And every time I think I’ve got a bearing on myself
I got a bearing on myself
I lose the bearing on myself
and I am floating
I pull the line and it leads nowhere
I couldn’t find the line of sight you tried to show me

And every time I think I’ve got a bearing on myself
I got a bearing on myself
I lose the bearing on myself
and I am falling
and I unravel now before you
with all the slack
you tried to cut me on the table

Cause there’s a line and it is tied
around my wrist and it reaches
over the horizon
and I will leave you, I will leave
I will leave you with a line
that reaches over the horizon

And every time I think I’ve got a bearing on myself
I got a bearing on myself
I lose the bearing on myself
and I am falling
and I am weighed
and I am sinking
the place for gravity is not within your thinking

MOMENTARY GLOW
Calm elation
sang the wires
cut her in the middle
see you when I get home
standing on the rails
storming against you
standing by the car
before the word’s
already let go

Before I lay you down in that momentary glow
suddenly you go
and I’m not beyond her doubt
so I lay for ghosts
and we’re breaking into
dawn light
I won’t rub my eyes

We’re shown the balance
but trained to count alone
going off the rails
switch onto tracks I don’t know
stand before us
pounding at your door
and we fall
as we lie
we all know

So I lay you down in that momentary glow
suddenly you go
and I’m not beyond her doubt
so I lay for ghosts
and we’re breaking into
dawn light
I won’t rub my eyes

Would you let a wood slinger let you go?
I’m following the lay of a land unknown
shiver in your car where your dead things go
but she would never say I’m a life forgone

And so I lay her down
in that momentary glow
suddenly she flies
because I’m so beyond her doubt
she won’t even know
when her glow begins to gall
so she will lay for ghosts
in that momentary glow

Too late to go
too late to fly

HOLLERING HEARTS
I hope I don’t
I don’t die
before I get old

I want to see
wrinkles ‘round the
eyes of my beholder

I spend time
and money
trying to escape myself

When they rise
so brimful of life
there is nothing else

I need to do
to make all these
aching bones
brand new

I hope you say you still love
the way a heart can holler

Hollering hearts
hear them holler
here’s the heart to follow

To find the way
to keep all these
aching bones brand new

Hollering hearts
howling into the dark
all of you hollering hearts
need to holler

I hope I don’t
I don’t die
before I get old

Hollering hearts
hollering hearts
are the hearts to hold

STILL SOME BIG DEAL
Calculate the beat of your heart
and times it by
the time you’ve spent staring into the dark
we look out over lives we don’t own
and wait for our hearts to fill
like kids at window sills

And we could feel the weather coming in
but you like to sleep with your windows
wide to the wind
but oh the lengths that I would go to
I’d offer myself up to the elements
to be close to the calm in you

And you’ve been the calm when I’ve been the storm
and you’ve been the storm and I’ve weathered you well
we’ve weathered it all

And you, you’ve seen this through to the point of collapse
and I’ve seen you carry this weight on your back
but I could still be an atlas for you
and that’s still some big deal
don’t you think so?

We could smell the rain upon the air
coming for the heat like an animal
with cold teeth to bare
but oh the lengths that I would go to
I’d offer myself up to the elements
to be caught in the storm with you

But see how far we’ve flown through
and out this old window
and into something far more
that I could have conjured
an atlas I’ll be for you
I come for to carry you

BE YOUR BOY
Can I just be your boy?
Drive me around in your father’s car
throwing my money down to the coin
just to stay out
for one more hour

And we don’t care
we don’t care
watch the fathers collect the papers
we don’t care
we don’t care
splitting this drink
straight from the bottle

And can you just be my girl?
You’re using your pen to tie your hair up
and all of these dresses you will outgrow
even though they still fit you
so well

And we don’t care
we don’t care
watch the fathers collect the papers
we don’t care
we don’t care
throwing my money down to the coin

And I will always be that boy
scowling at the world
smiling for the girl
and you will always be that girl
serious for all to see
I think you’re funny though
I think you’re funny for me

And looking at the lights on the water
shine one, shine on
the future is a lake
and it’s still and waiting

We were just sitting on the surface drinking
shine on, shine on
and you said something
and it made it break

And I still see us there
They’re asleep in the back seat now
how do we unbreak the surface?
And how do we get back somehow?

WHEN YOUR COLOURS GO
I am the colour of an autumn flurry
of leaves in a breeze for you

And I am a study in hues of grey
and the blue of a broken day for you

Oh, the hurry
the press of your body
in the embers of the afternoon
now I spend my money
on something stupid
trying to believe
I belong to you

Oh when the colours go
when the colours go
they won’t come back
you strip me right
you strip them right out
so maybe you would welcome that
and I don’t know where your colours go?
But if your colours go
I won’t come back
I won’t come back
but maybe you would welcome that

Oh we linger in the cold comfort
of each other in your bedroom

And we are the colour of something borrowed
trying to believe we’re something new

Oh when the colours go
when the colours go
they won’t come back
you strip me right
you strip them right out
so maybe you would welcome that

And I don’t know where your colours go?
but when your colours go
they won’t come back
you strip me right
you strip me right out
so maybe you would welcome that
I won’t come back
but maybe you would welcome that

And in this garden we were barely kept
so maybe more should be left
than only antique blooms
on an unmade bed

DOING WHAT YOU’RE TOLD
I’ve been sinking into something
without thinking about the done thing

What’s the point in always doing what you’re told?
What’s the point in always doing what you’re told?
To walk the wire to keep our feet above the coals?

We spend too long fighting demons
but you won”t change the odds to evens

What’s the point in always doing what you’re told?
What’s the point in always doing what you’re told?
To walk the wire to keep our feet above the coals?

And I remember
days of splendour
walking with our feet pressed to the coals
and I have never
known a fire
that don’t desire to feel a little burn

I’ve been sinking into something
without thinking about the done thing

What’s the point in always doing what you’re told?
What’s the point in always doing what you’re told?
We walk the wire to keep our feet above the coals
there is no fire that don’t desire a little burn
so what’s the point in always doing what you’re told?

SOMEONE TO RUST WITH
It’s my hands
I’m hoping you’ll ask
to open up
all of your
jars

I’m not looking for a shiny love
I’m looking for someone to rust with

Oh my bones
I’m hoping you’ll bend
double me over
don’t break me

I’m not looking for a shiny love
I’m looking for someone to rust with
I’m still warm in the fire of us
now I’m looking for someone to rust with

Beads of sweat
your jewel on my tongue
the long limbed
light of your body

I’m not looking for a shiny love
I’m looking for someone to rust with

Hotel bars
dangerous lanes
I’ve loved every stranger
you’ve shown me

I’m not looking for a shiny love
I’m looking for someone to rust with
I’m still warm in the fire of us
now I’m looking for someone to rust with

I’ve calloused my hands
holding on to us
I’m looking for someone to rust with
No I’m not looking for shiny love
I’m looking for someone to rust with
SOUND OF US
This is the sound of us
I mapped us out in a grid
I wrote us into computers
and this is the sound
this is

And it’s not as sad as I thought it would be
maybe we’re not contained in numbers?
and this is the sound of breaking zeros
it’s not the sound of us
is it?
No.

and is this the sound of something
we’re nothing more than a whim
we’re nothing more than an open window
so who will take care of all my ones and zeros?

and I’m not as sad as I thought I would be
You will find me in a code of numbers
and I’ll be the sound of that breaking zero
but that’s not the sound of us
is it?

If I said enough
would you show me love?
would you say enough?

and this is the sound of us
this is the sound of us

and it’s not as sad as I thought it would be
maybe we’re not contained in numbers?
and this is the sound of breaking zeros
it’s not the sound of us
is it?
No.

LIFE OF LABOUR
You can tell a lot about a person
by the books they read
And I’d been growing cold and colder
through the aching the years
like a cold cup of tea
and the skin on the milk is me

A trial by which to test
your mettle
oh magnetic
your frenetic
fragmentary best
Well a life in pieces pleases many people
but it’s all that I detest

So strip me of these prison greys
and wash them in the pages of a book
where fortune’s favoured
because life can seem a labour
but if to labour is to love
then it’s your love that keeps me labouring

and you can tell a lot about a person
By the way they walk
A studied swagger, lazy gait,
but which one’s early
which one’s late

And you can tell a lot
but still we sometimes close our eyes
and look for something where it’s not.

So strip me of these prison greys
and wash them in the pages of a book
where fortune’s favoured
because life can seem a labour
but if to labour is to love
then it’s your love that keeps me labouring

I’m sure if I could see the future
I’d be buoyed by what I’d see
I’ve never shirked a little sweat
to work them demons
out of me
There’s so much that you can learn
about a person
from the books they read

So fill your life with labour
let the muscles burn and savour
every ache and every pain that paves the way
to something greater
there’s no life without a love
and there’s not love without a labour.