Now you’re down there,
Where the day ends gracefully.
None of the brutality of further South.
Swallows fly low,
Promise of a warm tomorrow,
While me here, I’m staving off sorrow,
Over here, over here,
Where the day crawls to its sticky end,
None of the grace of home.
Me just a blank face on the end of the phone,
Me just a blank face on the end of the phone.
Remember when we were down south,
Amidst squalor and hilarity,
The time when I socked you one in the face,
Down by the post-box in the early morning,
Down by the post-box in the early morning.
I’d been up, and out, a good part of the night,
Searching the gutters for your body,
And I was so beside myself with worry.
You were ok,
Mildly embarrassed,
I stormed off in a rage,
To my day-job as a waitress.
Remember when we were down South,
Amidst squalor and hilarity,
Remember when we were down South,
Amidst squalor and hilarity.
Please remember my face,
The way I wore it when I was worried.
Please remember my face,
The way I wore it when I was worried.
Please remember my face,
The way I wore it when I was worried.
credits
from Little Notes [EP],
released December 6, 2010
Written by H. Fullbrook (Tiny Ruins).
Played, recorded and mixed by Tiny Ruins & a Singer of Songs, Barcelona, July 2010.
Tiny Ruins are a band based in Tāmaki Makaurau Auckland, comprising singer-songwriter & guitarist Hollie Fullbrook, bass player Cass Basil, drummer Alex Freer and electric guitarist/producer Tom Healy.
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