Old Songs Now
Outside's holding
Composed, contained
I suppose you could say
Inside the bath's gone cold
And there are berries in the bracken
I can't tell if they are poison
But I keep holding on
Til I turn into an old song now
Can I turn into an old song now
Yeah, I keep holding
Though the mirror holds revision
It's not the mirror that is changing
And I keep moving on
We are moving through the ether
We are singing all the old songs
Industrial bracken and ruin
Outside of the window
In the dust light of the moon
Til I turn into an old song now
Til I turn into an old song now
Oh, and through all the little victories
The paper cuts and savagery
Oh, I still find that it is your voice
I'm drawn to in the chorus
Oh, can I turn into an old song now
And I keep searching
I am searching for the silence
I keep filling up with new songs
Or do I strike you as a vulture
Circling the carrion
Of all the old wrongs?
Can I turn into an old song now?
And through all the little victories
The paper cuts and savagery
Oh, I still find that it is your voice
I'm drawn to in the chorus
Oh, and through all the little victories
The paper cuts, the savagery
Oh, can I turn into an old song now?
I still find that it is your voice
I'm drawn to in the chorus
Can I turn into an old song now?
I still find that it is your voice
I'm drawn to in the chorus
Can we turn into an old song now?
I still find that it is your voice
I'm drawn to in the chorus
Can we turn into an old song now?
Composed, contained
I suppose you could say
Inside the bath's gone cold
And there are berries in the bracken
I can't tell if they are poison
But I keep holding on
Til I turn into an old song now
Can I turn into an old song now
Yeah, I keep holding
Though the mirror holds revision
It's not the mirror that is changing
And I keep moving on
We are moving through the ether
We are singing all the old songs
Industrial bracken and ruin
Outside of the window
In the dust light of the moon
Til I turn into an old song now
Til I turn into an old song now
Oh, and through all the little victories
The paper cuts and savagery
Oh, I still find that it is your voice
I'm drawn to in the chorus
Oh, can I turn into an old song now
And I keep searching
I am searching for the silence
I keep filling up with new songs
Or do I strike you as a vulture
Circling the carrion
Of all the old wrongs?
Can I turn into an old song now?
And through all the little victories
The paper cuts and savagery
Oh, I still find that it is your voice
I'm drawn to in the chorus
Oh, and through all the little victories
The paper cuts, the savagery
Oh, can I turn into an old song now?
I still find that it is your voice
I'm drawn to in the chorus
Can I turn into an old song now?
I still find that it is your voice
I'm drawn to in the chorus
Can we turn into an old song now?
I still find that it is your voice
I'm drawn to in the chorus
Can we turn into an old song now?
Credits
Writer(s): Josh Pyke
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