songs for chapter 29.
And when I see you
I really see you upside down
but my brain knows better
It picks you up and turns you around
Turns you around, turns you around
If you feel discouraged, that there’s a lack of colour here
Please don’t worry, lover
It’s really bursting at the seams
Absorbing everything, the spectrums A-Z
This is fact, not fiction
For the first time in years
All the girls in every girly magazine
Can’t make me feel any less alone
I’m reaching for the phone
To call at 7:03, on your machine
I slur a plea for you to come
But I know it’s too late
I should have given you a reason to stay
Given you a reason to stay
Given you a reason to stay
Given you a reason to stay
This is fact, not fiction
For the first time in years.
“Lack of Colour”, by Death Cab for Cutie.
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I’ve got a hunger, twisting my stomach into knots
That my tongue has tied off
My brain’s repeating, “if you’ve got an impulse let it out”
But they never make it past my mouth
This is the sound of settling
This is the sound of settling
Our youth is fleeting
Old age is just around the bend
And I can’t wait to go grey
And I’ll sit and wonder
Of every love that could’ve been
If I’d only thought of something charming to say
Bop ba, this is the sound of settling
Bop ba, bop ba
Bop ba, this is the sound of settling
Bop ba, bop ba
This is the sound of settling
I’ve got a hunger, twisting my stomach into knots.
“Sound of Settling,” by Death Cab for Cutie.
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Maybe somewhere else will not be half as cold as me
the curtains drawn, the winter sun makes patterns on your face
Looks like some kaleidoscopic breathing exercise
It’s the same, it’s the same, it’s the same
It’s the same, it’s the same, it’s the same
Baby, won’t you breathe
Baby, won’t you breathe
Hold me in your freezing arms
Before we have to go
I wince a little but it’s not because I know the truth
The windshield of your little car is frosted through the glass
A clear heart of air appears as we shiver on the seats
It’s the same, it’s the same, it’s the same
It’s the same, it’s the same, it’s the same
Treat it as a test, treat it as a test
Baby, won’t you breathe
Baby, won’t you breathe
It’s the same, it’s the same, it’s the same
It’s the same
It’s the same
It’s the same.
“Same”, by Snow Patrol.