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Sky Blue
04:47
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My love, I can't see you.
My love, oh, you're like the sky,
eternally blue, but when you try
you can break through.
My love, do you feel lucky with me?
See, I need to know if it's right.
Loving you is a fight,
one that I never want you to feel we have lost.
I'm always looking
but it's never easy
to see what I'm searching for
when I'm looking at you.
My love is sky blue,
her stars are blocked from view.
We try to grasp what we're searching for,
oh!
But it's near... it's always, always near.
Constellations of your soul
are shrouded in doubt, oh!
Atlas is found, broken; alone,
no longer proud and worked to the bone.
My love, you aren't him.
Your shoulders are bare but
I can see they weigh down.
Trust in me, dance around.
We will find stars abound in and out of us now.
As I lift a hand up,
brushing hair from your eyes,
I know I'll grow old if I want to
as I'll be old with you.
My love is sky blue,
her stars are blocked from view.
We try to seek what we're searching for,
oh!
But it's near... it's always, always...
If you want to shield your face
from all of this world,
the dawn light's break,
I would carry you anywhere
just to see the smile beneath your fingers.
My love is sky blue,
her stars are blocked from view.
We try to hold what we're searching for,
oh!
Cos it's near... it's always, always near.
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Phone Tapping (B-side)
03:35
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(la's)
Nick is slick; gets paid though he's a prick.
Paul's appalled at how his brush is so small.
Inspect my ticket - why'd you try to sniff it?
Get up on your bike and fall to paradise.
(la's)
There's no other way to see it.
These few are the dictating idioms
of feelings that itch in the back,
a stabbing attack of "personalities lack".
We are unwritten, do you know what I mean?
Our blood is ink unspilt.
(tap the phone tap the phone tap the phone)
We see unwritten,
we speak white noise.
(tap the phone tap the phone tap the phone)
Ghost of presence; ghostly social essence.
Trapped behind a screen where nobody can hear you
tap-ah-tapping.
No need for their hacking: everything you are is out there
but you're not real.
(la's)
There's no other way to be "it".
People are frozen in their images
trying to tap on the glass,
swathed by its mass,
crystallised in their class.
We are unwritten, do you know what I mean?
Our blood is ink unspilt.
(tap the phone tap the phone tap the phone)
We see unwritten,
we speak white noise.
(tap the phone tap the phone tap the phone)
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We are unwritten, do you know what I mean?
Our blood is ink unspilt.
(tap the phone tap the phone tap the phone)
We see unwritten,
we speak white noise.
(tap the phone tap the phone tap the phone...)
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