In trying to decide if I'm ungrateful or unhappy
I realise I am neither just always wanting better
When my devastator comes I'll be ready
Oh god
Nothing scares me like I scare myself
In floating at the point between futures and forever
I feel like I'm suspended drifting with the weather
When my devastator comes I'll be ready
For that
I know I've come a long way but looking back
Won't you wash your hands of me?
Let eras end and silent fireworks bloom
All our cute lines
Every new years party progress
Said you'd rather die
I would have kissed you then.
Devastator.
Devastator.
Devastator.
Devastator.
Devastator.
Devastator.
Devastator.
Devastator.
Heartbeat.
Heartbeat.
Start of "Ainsley's Reprise"
We grow up in these buildings
Of concrete and struts.
We're brutal as brutalist guests.
We dream of the straight lines
And nights where we won't find
A reason
To dream up the rest.
And we're still waiting.
So sing for these heartbreaks
These breaches and beach heads
These scars on a landscape of life
It's been a bad year for deaths
So here's to making the most of what's left.
My throat might be wrecked
But I don't think I'll stop 'til I'm
Deaf.
A ghost in your bedroom
The wind on the platform
Had swept through these tunnels
And sat with this bottle
I'm starting to see why you're so far from sober
I'm starting to shake like my father.
And we're still waiting.
O' patience
So once as explorers
And twice as just tourists
Just settle for a good night as proof of life
So here's to making the most of what's left.
My throat might be wrecked
But I don't think I'll stop 'til I'm
Deaf.
1, 2, 3, Magic!