Spanish City

by Great Cop

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04:28
2.
04:09
3.
04:21

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released 24 June 2013

Recorded by Paul McInally at 45 a Side Studios

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Track Name: Stop Hiding
Im feeling this hurt in my bones i cant explain
Im leaving mistakes back at home
I need my faith
I cant fake the choice i make these mistakes
You turn your back on me
I cant fill my lungs this way
To breathe to learn im on my own

Every night i lie awake
For every feeling thats fake
Justify what you say(how cold it must be)
Get your story straight(deep down inside of me)
What are these questions for, if i have no answers?
Sugarcoat, sugarcoat it (how cold it must be)
The truth unspoken stop hiding(deep down inside of me)

Its so cold the blood in your veins, the blood in these veins
(And every place we'll go)
Youre a liar, im a liar
(And still nothing we'll hold)
Now i answer to nobody
(And every place we'll find)
Everytime i question faith
(And still nothing we'll hide)
Track Name: Weight
I've been thinking about it all
And night after night,
It's as sure,
As daybreak.

The darkness,
The darkness creeping in,
And the impending light.

I need,
The music of your breath,
To keep me grounded,
And from floating away.

And I can't
I can't believe,
The things I've learned
And things I'll forget.

You give me defintion, (Weight)
You give me a purpose,
You pull me back from
that big, black void,
At least for now, (Weight)
At least for now,
At least for.

She said,
write down every word,
That I, say.

And you'll have,
A novel's worth one day,
Yes you, will, yes you will.

You give me defintion, (Weight)
You give me a purpose,
You pull me back from
that big, black void,
At least for now, (Weight)
At least for now,
At least for.
Track Name: Faultlines
A beating heart straight to the ground
I cant help myself
Distorted in my head nothings making sense
Cant feel anything

How sweet of you to say
You drain me, you pour it all away

Girl you cant win
The walls are paper thin
Ive gotta lose myself
Gotta get away
A magnet in my brain wont let me stay

Faultlines map them out
In you not me
Where are you now?
Where am i?
I am south of no north


Keep running away, keep running.
Distort in my head
Like being rescued by a sinking ship
I see