He's feeling helpess
Choosing to help less
Proving she's selfish
She's using he's selfless
Hiding, running, leaving and learning
And always returning
Always be apologetic
Seeming so pathetic
Smiles that hide he's dark inside
Try to talk about it
Try to walk it off
Try to stand up
Try to make you understand
CHORUS
Taking time to choose to lose
Pleasing me, pleasing you
So cold to touch
Eyes are shut
Arms are crossed
Face is leaking chin is down (you're still not speaking)
She lost what she once sold
And now she remains cold
She took it all for granted
Wished she finished what she started
Warm to touch
Eyes worn but bright
Arms wide open
He is hoping
He won from what he learnt
And now he's clear of hurt
Heard what was suggested
Gains a new perspective
CHORUS
Think it's about time to lose
I think it's about time to give
Think it's about time to move
I think it's about time to live
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credits
from Without A Sound,
released September 12, 2012
Written by: E. Zuccollo, N. Worboys
Produced by: E. Zuccollo
Ned Worboys: Lead Vocals
Simon Koziarski: Guitar
Ed Zuccollo: Rhodes, Hohner Clavinet, Hammond Organ
Shaun Elley: Drums
Paddy Bleakley: Bass
Lex French: Trumpet
Richard Shirley: Trombone
Tom Scrase: Congas, Tambourine, Cowbell
Thomas Oliver: Backing Vocals
This was the first album I ever listened to as a teenager, and it remains as impressive as I remember it being. I really can't recommend it enough, especially if you're into experimental spacey jazzy hip hop. asherarataki
The use of natural sounds in many of the tracks is truly amazing and lends to the atmospheric elements of this album, completely thought provoking. Aaron C. Hollis