It’s in your eyes, the way you’re looking at me
You make me feel I’m freezing
I’m scandalised. The way you’re baring your teeth
Could make a heart stop beating
But it’s on, I’m aching for the contact
Thinking that I won’t survive
And we’re off, so watch me climb upon that precipice
And take a dive
And it’s One, Two, feeling fine
And then Three, Four, my heart rate’s climbing
And Five, Six, Seven, Eight, something gonna detonate
Better call 999
And now my eyes, can’t even get ‘em to blink
And deep inside I’m screaming
I’m paralysed and I’m beginning to think
You might have been misleading
But it’s done now
The rumble of your thunder slumbers like a wicked beast
And what fun. Go, tear my soul asunder
All the better for your feast
And it’s One, Two, feeling fine
And then Three, Four, my heart rate’s climbing
And Five, Six, Seven, Eight, something gonna detonate
Better call 999
But it’s on, I’m aching for the contact
Thinking that I won’t survive
And we’re off, so watch me climb upon that precipice
And take a dive
And it’s One, Two, feeling fine
And then Three, Four, my heart rate’s climbing
And Five, Six, Seven, Eight, something gonna detonate
Better call 999999, better call 999.
An ambitious pop song cycle about human loneliness and fear, thick with harmonies and buoyed by tight musicianship. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 27, 2018