Own from Sleep Furiously by Thumpermonkey

Back in that life when I heard you wish it fall. Gravid sky filling the parish with fear - God has butterfingers. Umbrella skeletons litter the street as the rain-hammer empties the town. Told me not to write songs about you - this is me on my own. There's no other way.

Little tooth, giving up on the first floor stairs. You and me had a good thing, but I guess, its just what you ate. Take you outside and I'll give you the speech and ill finish you off with my shoe. shampoo the carpet. Remember you told me I shouldn't write songs about you.
This is me on my own.

The neighbour I don't know kicks off now every night. Tomorrow she will not remember a thing of our ugly hour. I can still call it home. Just somewhere we can love the way that you toy with us all...(no)
Songs and no witnesses. Stars in an airtight container, a skeleton shaving the bars. This is me on my own.

If I see you again - out in the flood that nobody but me seems to feel. Watch from a distance, I'll smile and I'll gasp as I pinhole your beautiful magnetic storms. No songs about you.

• Rock
• art rock
• progressive rock
• London