I write letters to you every day,
I'm sure that you get them but I'm sure that you throw them all away.
And it gets colder here every night,
My bones keep breaking they're as brittle as the ice,
A word from you now that would be nice.
I've been screaming from the highest tower,
Near the man with all the power,
But I feel I've been talking to myself.
So put me back on the bottom shelf,
Where I learned to help myself,
But I feel I've been sitting here for quite a while.
Cycled right up to your front door,
I turned around and I cycled 'round the block once more.
Then the rain oh it started to pour,
I've never felt pain in my heart like that before.
Brought me straight down to the floor.
I've been screaming from the highest tower,
Near the man with all the power,
But I feel I've been talking to myself.
So put me back on the bottom shelf,
Where I learned to help myself,
But I feel I've been sitting here for quite a while.
credits
from The Well Rested EP,
released January 9, 2016
Music by The Well Rested.
Lyrics by Oliver Ninnis.
Additional Keyboards by Andrew Ford.
Recorded, Mixed and produced by Andrew Ford.
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