1. |
Off
02:37
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Where are we off to
Whose heart deserts you, why do
The longing is mine, too
Who are you calling out to
On, off, on, off
An earnest youth
Of anxious verve, I was not light
No follow through
A ghost in grey blue, was I
On off on off
On off on off
On, honestly
Are you calling for me?
Silence in dreams
Are you calling for me, oh why?
Off, honestly
Oh does your heart break? Mine too
It’s silent in my dreams
Are you calling for me, oh why?
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2. |
On and Off
03:16
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It’s like waking up for the first time
It’s like switching the lights
On and off all the time
It’s like feeding ashes into my soul
Or it’s like seizing the lights
Spark on and off in my mind
So they made something else of me
Half a lifetime left
And now I’m left
To check for any signs of life
On and off, I’m alive
Nothing is worse
Than the barricade in your mind
Been gone for so long
And I still don’t really know why
Nothing is worse
Than being content
with all this
Still wondering how
I’ve made so much undone
On and off, I’m alive
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3. |
Personal Effect
03:26
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So far away, So rearranged
Strangely intensified
Long gone away
This feeling of indented intent collides
Wide eyed break, Minor and awake
Local and personified
It’s them that said: This scene is dead
Can I become electrified?
I miss home — And I say
It’s only a temporary scar
Shooting stars when I say
Your sight is making me whole
I’ll turn when the moment is you
Personal effect—Deadly and direct
Marked for the zealous signs
With no escape—Every time I wake,
Shattered and nullified
Reality, fuck off of me
Every shadow mirror light
Hit it dead on—I’m running on the energy
That you’ve been giving me all night
Walk on with this blue excess.
Walk on with this strange distress
Let me borrow your love for the songs
and for the crowds
Am I alone?
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4. |
Chaos Style
03:50
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Gone the echoes of a burning scene
Seen on everyone’s screen
My mind’s not inside of me
It’s wandering aimlessly
Through the decadence of this ache
They’re cleaning the blood
off these stability streets
Doing all they can to till the soul from you
A future deserted
It’s hell left inverted
Lost forever in the wake
And I am falling, I could die, but I believe
Everything I know is you,
Don’t fall into the lie without me
If I could take back anything
I would never open my eyes again
Pull me away
Pull me away from here
Dead the glitch before the curtains close
And kill the lights backstage
Chaos is afterglow
And it’s all I’ll ever know
And it’s all I’ll ever take
We were realized like mist on skin
Rising like fog in rain
Like I felt every time I fell for
The void we’re carrying
Only here
Only now
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5. |
No Autobiography
03:38
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I could tear the sky wide open
If I knew the shine could find you
Forward is the only way back to you
All the time that passed us by, and
I lost sight of why you found me
I don’t blame you, I would blame me too
And the lights went out
When I had found
You far away
Alone
And I know the words
Are not enough
They’re further away
Oh no
I don’t know about the future, but
I will pull who loves you to you
I will echo, I will imprint love new
I had drowned in my ambition
Burned my mind and spent my vision
Forward is the only way back to you
And the regret
Is weight I’ve carried
through the rush of waves
I hold
And I know the past
Is not afraid
To haunt you in waves
I know
But I also know
Your heart’s no home
For the wayward and afraid
Oh no
If there’s change to be
It’s no autobiography—
It’s home
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