"I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her" - Pablo Neruda
lyrics
When I was in my prime
You said you didn't love me
Then you said "please be mine"
in a sleepwalking dream
You were writing in jet streams
Advertising for moonbeams
Pleading not guilty
of wasting my time
Well I can waste my own time
and I can fold my own sheets
I can dry my own eyes
with the greatest of ease
But I hope you don't notice
I'm stuck on your sure kiss
Does it have to be like this?
I wish you'd talk to me
Now I miss you in forests
I miss you in streams
I miss you in the chorus
and the major key
I find you in all the things I said I wanted
You said you'd always be haunted
But you're the one
haunting me
Let the record reflect
I always told you the truth
Except the times that I lied
But you lied too
Will we ever get over
the calculated cold shoulder?
If you want to come over
What'll I do?
The Australian folk-pop singer tackles deconstruction, her Christian childhood, and sexuality on her infectious sophomore album. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 14, 2023