Collaboration for 11 April contest on Musesmuse website
Someone once called my songs "acoustic punk in slow motion." To most people it just seems folky but with some vinegar.
Lyrics
The fire in the canyon, the mindless abandon
The passion that doesn't ask why
Naked and hollow, a hard act to follow
And baby, we don't even try
Ancient terrain, the base of the brain
The dogs so easily woken
But logic returns, cigarettes burn
And nothing of value's been broken
Chorus
So don't worry if I
Get some look in my eye
Only fools ever buy
The myth of love
Direct to the vein, no blood and no pain
The ball is in nobody's court
You have to go, don't tell me, I know
The art of playing the sport
Hearts on remote, no rocking the boat
We dance around the charade
We make our retreats down dark, empty streets
As moonlight and memories fade
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The sweet, the poetic, the mild anesthetic
The whisper to soften the blow
A sign that you might turn out the light
Tell me you don't have to go
I know it's a ruse, and if I could choose
I might have it some other way
Or maybe I've just grown tired of the lust
Bored of the empty display
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