1. |
Oops
03:39
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Look, the power is out again
and they don’t know when it will be back
At least you’ve got your candles
to keep you company
Oops, I’m disappointed again
I guess that’s just what I get
For letting my expectations
get the best of me
Don’t look back now,
don’t you dare now
‘Cause if you do
I will turn to dust right before your eyes
And then you will be compelled to collect
the remnants of what I once was
Wishing you had made time to apologize
You said: “nothing is real in the end”
But what of the wings that I mend?
I could kill you with the blade inside my pen
Lost all my limbs in the fight
Waging what’s wrong and what’s right
You don’t think I will, but I might I might.
Look, the feeling is gone again,
that is if it was here at all
I keep my window open
just in case it calls
Oops, I’m in love again
I guess that’s just what I get
For letting you cut me open
to look inside my chest
Look ahead now, watch your step now
‘Cause if you don’t you may end up
belly up on your back
And then a crowd of ignorant people will surround you
Waiting for you to react
You said: “nothing is real in the end”
But what of the wings that I mend?
I could kill you with the blade inside my pen
Lost all my limbs in the fight
Waging what’s wrong and what’s right
You don’t think I will, but I might I might.
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2. |
Out but Thru
03:20
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Cracked skin, porcelain
Sharpening your claws
You smiled once, you looked happy
Like an accident on pause
Blink twice: you’re in the backyard
Watching the lilacs die
Ash covered shoulder blades
Reminiscing on when you used to fly
Go slow in the fast lane, honey
Well it looks like you’re on cue
Would I tell you what it felt like, baby
Well there’s no way out but through
Quick wit, unzipping the armour that you wear
You fashioned a blanket out of the reasons
Why you were scared
Wanting to be loved so desperately
So that you wouldn’t have to look
At the graveyard diggers that you dreamt about
Before you bit the hooks
Saw your face through the veil
My old house is up for sale
The old haunts inside my head
Are telling me i’m left for dead
There’s no place to belong
Except the inside of a song
Tell me one thing that you know:
You have to be uncomfortable
If you wanna grow.
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3. |
Know Now, Then
03:29
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I miss the way you held your pen
I miss the way you said my name
I may never see you again
But I have your picture in a frame
Do you still smell the same?
Do you still tell the truth?
If you ever look for me
I’ll be in the pages of our youth
I’ll cut it out, I’ll try again
If only I knew what I know now, then
Loneliness can make us do
All kinds of senseless things
All the time I spent with you
Was like a wounded pair of wings
Nostalgia is a pretty liar
Insisting things were better
Than they actually were at the time
At the time, at the time
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4. |
Home Again
03:41
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Always the sentimental one
Using the words you wrote down
Long ago, when you ran the show
Breaking an empty promise
Craving an affectionate cigarette kiss
Always used to the consistently inconsistent
You can’t go home again
You can go...
You can go home again
You can’t go....
Always the super cautious one
Filling the void of boredom
Living on the sly, blushing in the sky
I was restless reckless and I swear sometimes
I don’t even wanna feel
Don’t even want to heal...
You can’t go home again
You can go....
You can go home again
You can’t go....
So take off the people pleasing smile
Show them what you really know
Show them what you really know...
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5. |
Salad Days
04:08
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I’ve always been a moth to flame
But that don’t mean that I’m to blame
For the faulty switch inside your brain
How I long to be free of these chains
Everything is standing still
Half of me in for the kill
Hope for the best, expect the worst
Is this body a blessing or a curse?
I’m not made of tin anymore
Than I wanted to win the war
Of you and I, so what’s the use?
When all you have is some cheap excuse
You gave me grief and took my youth
And that’s the truth
You came to me inside a dream
I opened my mouth but couldn’t scream
You said: “click your heels and you’ll be home”
So I did and woke up alone
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6. |
A Little Vulture Told Me
04:07
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I can feel the leaky faucet of my butane brain
Flood the sad and lonely streets that pollute your veins
And I’m tired of wanting you to need me
I watch you writhe and wriggle with itchy skin
Sharing a sleeping bag with truth is not an easy thing
And I’m tired of watching you destroy you
What have you got to lose?
I’m not here for you to lose
I was trying to fill the hole inside my stupid heart
When you picked me up and placed me back into the darkest part
Of a story of a vulture that leaves you picked apart
It’s no wonder I was lazy with trying not to lose
I’m not here for you to lose
What have you got to lose?
I was carving out a way for us to dine and dash
We’ve got fear to keep us company and of course panache
I was crying when you told me not to laugh
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7. |
A Moment Ago
03:50
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Where did I put my confidence?
I could have sworn that I had it just a moment ago
A moment ago
You’re on the hunt for your other half
I’m just trying to figure out how to laugh
Through the pain, through the shame
Tried to fit through the hole in the wall
Walked on the tightrope but I didn’t fall
Made up a home out of a box
Yeah, you can hide but you can’t escape your thoughts
Where did I put my sense of self?
I could have sworn I was someone else just a moment ago
A moment ago
Couldn’t get out of bed for a week
Gotta try and fake it though ‘cause if you’re sad
They think you’re weak
Where did put my confidence?
I could have sworn that I had it
Just a moment ago
Just a moment ago
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8. |
The Worm Song
02:52
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recall the day you called and said: “Hey I packed my bags,
I’m going on a trip and guess who’s not invited?”
Oh perfectionist, you might break a nail over this
But you ain’t gunna break any hearts so you might as well
crumble ‘Cause you ain’t gunna be missed!
I recall what I was doing that one time I was munching on an apple
and I turned my head then looked back at it
And a worm said: “Hey this is my home! Who are you to
use it for the sake of being satisfied and satiated?
Karma’s a bitch kid, I work hard - I’m dedicated!”
I know I’ll soon go mad
What with pissing off worms and reveries of days gone bad
But what good is praying going to do
When the thing you love is dying in the next room?
What good is loving going to do
When the thing you hate is laughing right beside you?
Once in a while there’s that reminder
That says “you’re not needed here, you’re just an under liner”
And they will use you and abuse you and reduce you
To nothing but a stained sheet of a
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I know I’ll soon go mad
What with pissing off worms and reveries of days gone bad
But what good is praying going to do
When the thing you love is dying in the next room?
What good is loving going to do
When the thing you hate is laughing right beside you?
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9. |
The Mermaid Song
04:05
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Last night I found myself weeping for all I have yet to lose
For things I wish for safe keeping, for all I have yet to prove
You gave me your porcelain shoulder
I cried for time and getting older
I cried for the wasted years
I cried for my unconquerable fears
This restless heart, what a wretched mess
It needs a bigger chest
All the love and all the hate
Growing more and less and less
You say you love me but I know
There are rooms in you I’ll never go
Do not disturb signs, doors locked shut
Passwords I could never guess with the best of luck
I guess the root of every moment and every memory
Is how you choose to remember it, oh how will you remember me?
Carrying mountains upon my back
A piece of fiction turned to fact
Binoculars to help you see
Or the sea foam that I used to be
Last night I found myself weeping for all I have yet to lose
For things I wish for safekeeping, for mountains I have yet to move
You gave me your severed ear
I treaded water in a pool of tears
I cried for who we used to be
I wept for you and I wept for me.
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Lyra Brown
Lyra's music is an eclectic blend of indie-pop and piano whimsy, focusing on compelling, surreal lyrics.
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