Consensual Longing Lyrics

There's a house on the hill, the trees covered in sun

But Maureen stood and stared, like a child on the run

Baring your soul will lead you nowhere

Out of sight, broken and bare

There's a house on the hill, swings covered in snow

But Maureen stood and stared as if she had nowhere to go

An abundance of dreams, at the hind of nowhere

Out of mind, brazen and broken, and rare

Where the starry fields grow wider

And the rest is sinking

Where the heart grows lighter

I do my blue-sky thinking

But I've got nothing to my name

Nothing, but an angry letter

That would struggle to compose a madman's mind

And they'd say that it's a shame

To be traveling in this weather

For a king and his valley of the blind, this time

Where the concrete walls grow colder

And the starry fields are burning

While I watched us growing older

I found no use in yearning

Still, I've got nothing to my name

But some cigarettes and grazes

And it certainly amazes me how

I'm still so awfully the same

Personalities and phases

But excuse me, sir, I'm only passing by this time

Oh, there was snow on the top of the hill

While children at sea were still gasping for air

We were children who leaped from the swings

While making up names for the children we'll bear

Now some fall down the stairs, some are tied to a chair

Sometimes lovers will scare, sometimes sirens will blare

Between truth and a dare, between one and a pair

Sometimes seconds will feel like they are moving fucking nowhere

And then others will stare as they break into a prayer

They will tell you to smile, they'll be brushing your hair

And it never is fair, how we tend to compare

The loss and the pain

Now I'm a mountain soaked in 26 days of the rain.

Maureen, they are selling your place now

Where you stayed with your mother for days now

And she said, 'Once she's off our beaten track,

she might never find her way back.'

Maureen, they will lower the swings now

Where you swayed with your father for years now

And he said, 'Once she is gone and her mind starts to roam,

she might never wander back home.'

'And once she's lost all sense of belonging

I'll wonder which heart I've been wronging,

We'll go on, consensually longing.'