Crazy week - we welcomed Dorothy, our second daughter, into the world this week. She has filled our hearts with so much love.
Because of this, as you can imagine, spare time has been non-existent, so hearts us a song I have had rolling around for a while. Trying something a little different - no drums... and no click! Super loose but i kind of like it... however I dont think I'll approach recording like this often!
Have a great week! I hope you're sleeping better than I am!
Lyrics:
There’s a quiet in my kitchen
Where your laughter used to live
I keep reaching for a feeling
That the night won’t ever give
All the plans we left unfinished
Sit like dust upon the floor
I don’t know what I’m still chasing
But I keep wanting more
And I’m still driving past your street
Like it’s some kind of ritual
Late August in a heatwave
Where everything's uncomfortable
You haunt me like a love song
From a band that no one knows
And I wear your old t-shirt
Like armor made of holes
I’ve been sleeping with the light on
’Cause the dark knows what I hide
Every truth I try to outrun
Finds its way back to my side
And the world keeps moving forward
But I’m stuck between the lines
In the space you left behind me
Where the past won’t let me lie
And I’m still driving past your street
Like it’s some kind of ritual
Late August in a heatwave
Where everything's uncomfortable
You haunt me like a love song
From a band that no one knows
And I wear your old t-shirt
Like armor made of holes
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