The fourth of five tracks from the EP Parapraxis
Music and Lyrics by Matthew Davey (SOCAN)
Recorded by Matthew Davey
Produced by Matthew Davey and Eric Warren
Mastered by Eric Warren
lyrics
Every time I lose my mind it always winds up here
Retrace my steps recount what’s left and fumble blindly near
For yours was all the refuge I could ask for but I fear
That I’ve been wearing out my welcome and my exit’s overdue
The credits all stopped rolling I’m still holding out for one last interlude
And I might be waiting…
So play me out, I’ve made my rounds, there’s nothing left for me
Cut me off, I’ve had enough, I think it’s best I leave
But trailing right behind me was the shadow of my deeds
Then I went footloose on a soul search through the existential breeze
And came back empty handed when the wind prevailed me back where I’d first been
And I was hungry
So if you want
To spell it out
Then spell it out
What’s written on your face and casting doubts
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