Whenever I’m designing, I’m listening to music. My music taste is very eclectic, so if you’re ever interested in what I’m listening to right now, you can find me on Apple Music! I’ve added 16 different playlists so far, and I’d recommend the ‘Felina’ & ‘Thirteen Reasons’ playlists to get you started! 🙂
I, I long to be beside of you, I was wrong to tell you what was true, Yes I, know I’m a victim of my pride, I belong to all that I’ve been through.
I drove for miles in a city trance, I came to ask for a second chance, But I won’t dance, no I won’t dance. I came for miles on a broken wheel, I came to see whether love can heal, But I won’t kneel, no I won’t kneel ‘Cause I can’t bend, can’t hold, Can’t lend, can’t fold, Can’t lose, won’t cry, Can’t choose ’cause I know why. I, I want to always be with you, What’s wrong to tell you what I knew, ‘Cause I know, I know I’m a slave to lonely pride, I belong to all that I’ve been through. I drove for miles in a city trance, I came to ask for a second chance, But I won’t dance, no I won’t dance.
I came for miles on a broken wheel, I came to see whether love can heal, But I won’t kneel, no I won’t kneel. ‘Cause I can’t bend, can’t hold, Can’t dance, can’t fold, I get close and get scared, And this grows in my head.
Won’t you give me something, something to hold? Won’t you give me something, something to hold? Won’t you give me something, something to hold? Won’t you give me something, something to hold?
Posted from: LE2 0JE, UKI may hesitate, to name you as a swan That glides around the river bend Enchants us, and is gone
Or if I did Then I could only do it once For repetition in a love song Will only make it seem too long
For heaven is a metaphor The lovers of the world reach for And truly, you may find the occasional angel
But mostly when we get up there Far above the city air All we have for company Is crows, ravens and rooks
I may hesitate to say that you’re the one When others came before you And more may follow on Or if I do Then it’s a lie I won’t repeat Exaggeration in a love song Will only make the truth seem weak
For heaven is a metaphor The lovers of the world reach for And truly, you may find the occasional angel For mostly when we get up there Far above the city air All we have for company Is crows, ravens and rooks
[Sung and co-written by Kathryn Williams, this is, nevertheless, a somewhat middle-aged reflection on the virtues of serial monogamy. Features on David Rotheray’s ‘Life of Birds’ album]