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Every time I see your face, the sound of breaking news, the sound of breaking glass, breaking in my chest.
And every time I hear your name, I lose a little heart, I shed a little tear, I die a little death.
But over and over again I push it away down low, but there ainât nothinâ like a shame to bring it all back home, to bring it all back home.
And every time you cross my path and darken my vicinity a sad malaise creeps into me like shadows on my lungs.
Every time I hear those words the ghost of troubles past, like seven deadly sins come knocking at my door.
But over and over again I push it away down low, but there ainât nothinâ like a shame, there ainât nothinâ like a shame, there ainât nothinâ like a shame to bring it all back home, to bring it all back home.
Iâm not an alley cat, I canât see in pitch black, no.
Stuck in a bad place, I canât find my way back home.
Whenever I am alone I hear you taunting me and I wonât rest again.
For I canât pretend Iâve courage to see it to the end âcause every time I see your face you bring it all back home, you bring it all back home.
- Album:
- A Coming of Age
- The Great Unwanted
- A Coming of Age (Bonus Track Version)
- Upon Hilly Fields
- Upon Hilly Fields EP
- My Brittle Heart
- Lips Are Unhappy
- The Kids at the Club
- Add Your Light to Mine, Baby
- Lips Are Unhappy / Lonely This Christmas
- Now Hear This! May 2010
- Rolling Stone: New Noises, Volume 84
- Uncut: The Playlist May 2007
- Flirt
- The Kids At the Club: An Indiepop Compilation
- White Russian Doll
- Woah Billy!
- Up In Flames
- Lucky Soul
- Hard Lines