1. |
Hypochondriac
04:08
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LYRICS
With your doctor’s note
You shoot down my fishing boat
And drag me back to the shore
Self-respect is not consent
But are you feeling well spent?
Popping paracetamol on my floor
I don’t need you anymore
I don’t know why you’re at my door
On the dire street of Berlin
Consumption is a deadly sin
She’s sniffing antibiotics cos she thinks she ill
A total hypochondriac, but it’s me that’s always left with the maintenance bills
And all I want, is the safety of closed doors
And the feel of wooden floors beneath my feet
But instead, I’m walking along stony shores
And watching my heart be torn with every beat
I don’t need you anymore
I don’t know why you’re at my door
On the dire street of Berlin
Consumption is a deadly sin
I don’t need you anymore
I don’t know why you’re at my door
On the dire street of Berlin
Consumption is a deadly sin
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2. |
Mother Mary
03:14
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LYRICS
With only a lit cigarette and her tattoos to keep her warm
Wanna go over and speak to her
But my heart is torn
Because my mother said not to speak to strangers
But I’ll be all right if I’m with you
Mother Mary, You’re the best thing
that’s happened to me
Since I was conceived
From the ash of a pint glass
Thank god these drinks have come at last
Mother Mary, You’re the best thing
that’s happened to me
Since I was conceived
From the ash of a pint glass
Thank god these drinks have come at last
She offers me a nicotine dream
I’ve never had one
Not all is what it seems
Because these Rothman blues
are making me see two
But I’ll be alright if I’m with you
Mother Mary, You’re the best thing
that’s happened to me
Since I was conceived
From the ash of a pint glass
Thank god these drinks have come at last
Mother Mary, You’re the best thing
that’s happened to me
Since I was conceived
From the ash of a pint glass
Thank god these drinks have come at last
Mother Mary, You’re the best thing
that’s happened to me
Since I was conceived
From the ash of a pint glass
Thank god these drinks have come at last
Mother Mary, You’re the best thing
that’s happened to me
Since I was conceived
From the ash of a pint glass
Thank god these drinks have come at last
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3. |
The Unknown
04:15
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LYRICS
Is it that time already I hope not
They say it flies when you’re having fun
Of course they would
Next year we’ll have less fear
Of the sun
But right now we’re the under the covers
Afraid of what’s to come
Walking on the edge to the unknown
Waking in the edge to the unknown
And there’s no surprises here
Yeah there’s no surprise here
Everyone in this bar
Is so dense
And every word
Coming rapid fire
Yeah it makes no fucking sense
Don’t worry my darling it might seem squint
Cause anxiety is just a product
Of our development
Walking on the edge to the unknown
Waking in the edge to the unknown
And there’s no surprises here
Yeah there’s no surprise here
Walking on the edge to the unknown
Waking in the edge to the unknown
And there’s no surprises here
Yeah there’s no surprise here
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4. |
Why Are We Like This?
06:06
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LYRICS
Take your shoes off at the front door
They’re tired of all the internal screaming
Yeah they’ll hear you through the floor
There’s a certain sensibility to being with someone
But where was my head when my heart felt so young
Tell me, Love
What’s the price of inner peace
I’m soaking wet
And the wind has nicked my cigarette
Why are we like this?
Why are we like this?
Why are we like this all the time
Always so critical yeah
You never cease your chimes
And there’s a certain sensibility to being with someone
Where was my head when my heart felt so young
Tell me, Love
What’s the price of inner peace
I’m soaking wet
And the wind has nicked my cigarette
Why are we like this?
Why are we like this?
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5. |
Retrospect
04:44
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Phones flash,
With thousands of ways to be brash and bold
Oh my god, these bones are getting old
Church street, where I found peace
Oh my god these bones are getting cold
They say there’s method to this madness
So why am I stuck to the mattress
Retrospect
Retrospect
In my mind we’ll find time to regret
Retrospect
They say that all men are insecure
Heaven knows what for
Shock goodbyes to drug Infused jives
Oh my god these bones are getting cold
Retrospect
Retrospect
In my mind we’ll find time to regret
Retrospect
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