Faded Lyrics

Painting the cordoned house,

I found your favourite towel,

saved it, passed it round,

a small thing, palm of the hand.

Even in a sentence fork it out,

tell me why you can’t not let me down,

I ‘admire you’,

quietly,

even in your heaven we’d be trying,

a kinda sliding door, I feel you now,

thinking why you,

why me?

Mailing

porcelain tiles,

I scraped in

the chorus lines,

lately

it’s pouring down,

erasing

all the files,

you can lay the table for me now,

or you can take your garbage and get out,

it’s on you,

fine by me,

you can quit your habits for a while,

you can stop explaining all the time,

I’m tired too,

just quietly.

Simon, can you hear me?

Simon, can you?

Simon, can you hear me calling?

Calling

‘Simon, are you weary?’

chime in! Are you?

Simon, can you leave me?

I’m stalling.