This is what happens when I'm left home alone. There's no one around to tell me to stop embarassing myself.
It was on my last night in Berlin, when you said goodbye without lingering. I almost lost my bag of vinyl on the S-Bahn back to Friedrichstraße, as the sun was just beginning to...
you've made me feel like the only way that i'll get seen
is to show what i have underneath
hidden below the cotton weave
of tshirt hanging against my skin
and to others
It whispers, whines and whirs and whips
and gently pulls out from my lips
the final breath I left you with
to carry on alone.
And now you move upon this day
to right all our mistakes...