An experiment in texture, with a hideously embarrassing vocal. Trying to emulate the respective and combined feelings of adoration, long-distance love and confirmation of worth through sound is hard on an inbuilt mic on a laptop so forgive my faults
Songs written late with as little debate as possible. Any weak tracks are fixed by drenching them in reverb. Music is a hobby, only idiots want to be rockstars,
She's a darling but she won't believe
She prefers to think of herself as a b***
And that is not true, that is not true
Can't explain how it is i can see her worth
Yet she finds it so hard to do
I am confused, I am confused
Maybe it's because I look from the outside in
and i know what i'm looking for
Looks every bit like her
She wakes up from a horrible dream i am there
to comfort her when she is scared
That's what i do, that's what i do
Maybe it's because she thinks along the same lines as me
And i know what we're thinking about
Looks every bit like us
Though miles and miles may seperate our smiles
when i fall asleep she is right there
And all these motherf*** ing trials have made it worth the while
I don't know why but i will be here
And i always will
Be here
