You want the fire but you don't like flame.
Bend like a rubber but you can't erase,
All the lies that I told,
The love that I hold for you.
They say I tell the truth attractively.
Ok maybe baby that’s just me,
Because I’m wired just like a sinner,
I'm the saint inside the mirror you see.
Oh I'm a real dead ringer, trying to deliver.
I'm the ghost of the boy that you knew.
So get it out of your head, oh get back to bed
Because I’m not quite through with you yet.
Dead ringer, dead ringer yeah.
Dead ringer, dead ringer yeah.
You keep me la la la la lusting for your loins,
Like them coked up cats who can't stop killing the coin.
Oh I’m down I’m not out still I’m in with a shout always.
So to cut up and run now where'd be the fun without pain.
Oh I'm a real dead ringer, trying to deliver.
I'm the ghost of the boy that you knew.
So get it out of your head, oh get back to bed
Because I’m not quite through with you yet.
Dead ringer, dead ringer yeah.
Dead ringer, dead ringer yeah.
Dead ringer, dead ringer,
Dead ringer, dead ringer,
Dead ringer, dead ringer yeah.
credits
released February 22, 2019
Produced by Boe Weaver @ Studio Humbug, Isle of Wight
Recorded in one night in the Grunewald Church just outside Berlin, this EP explores the relationship between instrumentation and space.
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