Headlights from Speaking Terms by Stella Bridie

I have all my things, you don’t need to worry
I packed it all up the very first night
And I can’t get drunk or stop saying sorry
Give up the bags, relinquish all rights

And my tongue turns black when I try to hit home
My mouth fighting back for you still, even so
While I watch for you there like a moth at the gas lamp
And if you’re not coming, how could I know?

And I can’t explain how it felt to me then
Counting the seconds till we hit the end
The headlights flooding through
Round the dark, it was you, it was you

I’m having this dream where you call me evil
Wake up to find that you’ve poisoned the wine
I don’t make a scene when you tell me it’s lethal
I crawl up the stairs and wait there to die

Your hand in my hair on the 23:10
Counting the seconds till we’re back again
The headlights flooding through
Round the dark, it was you, it was you

It was you, it was you
It was you, it was you
It was you, it was you
It was you, it was you

• Alternative
• dream pop
• indie pop
• indie rock
• Melbourne