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Lovesick
05:59
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I’ve lost the years, and reason forgot me
A reason to disappear, even that feels empty
You said I’d hear a voice of comfort
A voice to count the days until I cannot be hurt
An end to fight the end is hopeless
A different means to go without a trace
This is it, abandon taught hope of a warm kiss
Bright colours of eyes like that of a dark abyss
Burnt out every night, lovesick by a dimmed light
This is it, this is it I’m alone
At least I could be the spring at your feet
The darkest depth of no current to swim in
Losing sight, no map to your hand
I never dared admit, there's an ocean before there is land
I’ll still write to you when I feel fear
I still cry when I think someone is there
This is it, abandon taught hope of a warm kiss
Bright colours of eyes like that of a dark abyss
Burnt out every night, lovesick by a dimmed light
This is it, this is it I’m alone
If I left for a while
Took the car for a day
To feel some resolve, cut this rush of pain
Would I come back to find some grave mistake
The fault of my own state
This is it, abandon taught hope of a warm kiss
(I’m always there when you don’t need me)
Bright colours of eyes like that of a dark abyss
(I’m always there when you don’t need me)
Burnt out every night, lovesick by a dimmed light
(I’m always there when you don’t need me)
This is it, this is it I’m alone
(I’m always there when you don’t need me)
This is it, this is it I’m alone
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Everyday the silence chokes the pain
You stalk your reflection for what remained
Circling the drain until you’ve nothing left
All that gets you hurt will get erased
One day I’ll feel hope
A sensation to bury me cold
If I could face you
I’d tell you what I could hold
Twenty two fires burn across the bay
I have nothing to assure me that I am safe
I keep all this hell in a tiny room
That I come back to
To suffocate
One day I’ll feel hope
A sensation to bury me cold
If I could face you
I’d tell you what I could hold
One day I’ll feel hope
A sensation to bury me cold
If I could face you
I’d tell you what I could hold
Nothing
I’m better off dropping the weight
I’m better by myself
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3. |
The Mirror Stage
06:03
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In a lull there came an answer
Last night I couldn’t sleep at all
‘Cause I’ll be your girl someday
Remember that glow, that warm ambition
Smothered by the work of mute, unfortunate life
And I’ll be your words someday
Please, silence is harsh
(Lacey, hold your memories tight)
I refuse your mental calamity
That unusable, unworkable sculpture
So I’ll be your stone someday
Please, don’t reject me
(Lacey holds her memories tight)
Although I’m alone now everyday
I put my worth bright on my face
I know if I was given the chance
I’d gladly show what this world can’t erase
I know it’s not that bad
In fact I sleep much better
She goes out everyday
Despite unruly weather
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4. |
Until The Storm Broke
04:35
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I disappear through
All you’re bad news
I lay in bed
For the rest of the day
The storm can’t undo
All that it tears through
So I admit
What I can’t repair
There was a time when all I needed was the warmth you bring
And in the calm we softened sounds that we could never ring
All was buried in our hearts, and there it should've stayed
Until the storm broke
Just a moment due
The clouds return in view
A wreck to bring
A year of defense
Is this the sense of being human?
I’m not use to the dizzy thoughts
The constant threat of losing
When I’m not sure what I’ve got
And here I lay slowly sinking
But I don’t trust you enough
To stop the force that breaks the earth
If you could even try
With all might
If you could even try
All was buried in our hearts, and there it should’ve stayed
Until the storm broke
Just a moment clear
The clouds will disappear
A wreck to bring
Somewhere else
Just a moment clear
The clouds will disappear
A wreck to bring
Somewhere else
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Gardener Nova Scotia
Gardener is an indie project created by Jasmine Bradley. She is based out of Nova Scotia, Canada.
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