1. |
Are You Praying Enough?
04:33
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This is gone, my heart has won
Are you praying enough?
The waking of my insides
Is behind a skin tight lie
Are you praying enough?
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2. |
Come Out
04:26
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My pornographic saviour
Wishes away my arms like a prayer
I have double standards for
Sexual behaviour
Her shiny skin makes it harder for me
To catch her
I love you, I really love you
I want to break and compile you
I follow, I follow, I follow her down
I nominate her
My dominator
She's got a hold on me
She lies, she chokes, she chokes on her lies
What a sad way to shine
And I follow, I follow, I follow her down
I've given my baby all I can
And she still wants more
I can't leave her for a day
Come out
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3. |
Electric Things
05:55
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I owe
You a few things
Send me your email address
I'll get back
To you as soon as I can
I quick at writing responses
Skip it all, why don't we say ah-ooo
Skip it all, why don't we say ah-ooo
Electric things
They're in my head
Destroying pictures of you
Electric things
I want to control and save the part where you loved me
Anywhere
I'm gonna be
You'd find me scrolling through your body
Zoom right in
Pretend I'm right where I'm gonna be
Oh, I've gone and told the end
Oh, I've gone and told the end
Electric things
They're in my head
Destroying pictures of you
Electric things
I want to control and save the part where you loved me
Electric things
They're in my head
Destroying pictures of you
Electric things
I want to control and save the part where you loved me
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4. |
Split Second Fit
03:12
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Didn't even want to
Show me or I'll get to you
It's dead all covered in glue
I want inside, now that's the truth
Morning goes like cold steam
Braces and bricks, it's all a dream
Hurricanes of oestrogen
I've worried more, never again
Sweating pores, letters I never sent
I've been reborn out of the end
I picked off nobody's names
Tried to win at a jackals game
Hearts been lost, you know the pain
Intertwined in a spurt of flames
She’s beyond the point of no return
And I’m hollowing
No feeling of bodies
No feeling of you
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5. |
Bellyache
05:08
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I know what you are
To me you're a dying dream
You are trend with hopeful eyes
But here you are my apathy
A part of a broken knee
An enemy with no repertoire
I want to shake
I want to feel your mistakes
And how you find my bellyache
But here I found I'm alive
With the hope that all will be mine
Why would I want to shake?
I want to feel your mistakes
And how I stop my stop my bellyache
Run
This time you run
Run
I told you to run
I ran and fell into the sun
I fell in the sun
I want to freak out
I want to show
But you’ve finally found my bellyache
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6. |
White Noise Dreams
03:42
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I like to pretend that you're not trapped looking back at me
I like to pretend that you're not trapped in my computer screen
I like to pretend that you're not trapped in my white noise dreams
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