I’m just trying to piece together
all the fiddly pieces of this jigsaw puzzle that you left me,
pick up all the tricky little things
and get on top of the things that keep on getting me down.
But it takes time to take the time it takes
to take stock of all the things that we lost,
when you turned right instead of left
and left the rights we had in the dust behind your Tory bus.
And I can be calm in your arms.
And even I think it’s odd that you could think the odds
were only even of me leaving,
even in the evenin’ when I was grievin’
for the pieces of my heart that you’d be thievin’.
But I’m so down, I can’t turn around,
jump down, touch the ground or make a sound.
My troubles abound when you are in town,
but they’re considerably worse when you’re not around.
And I can be calm in your arms.
I can be calm in your arms.
I’ve learned the ropes and knots
And how to weave and weld,
So if you break my heart
I can fix it up.
So I breathe in, counting to four, hold my breath,
count to four, just a little more,
then I breathe out, counting to eight;
I’ve gotta go the fuck to sleep before it gets too late.
So I breathe in, counting to four, hold my breath,
count to four, just a little more,
then I breathe out, counting to eight;
I’ve gotta go the fuck to sleep before it gets too late.
And I can be calm in your arms.
I can be calm in your arms.
credits
from Calm,
released February 13, 2018
Music and lyrics by Pete Wild
From Cork, Ireland, Lewis Barfoot writes mystic, majestic songs derived from regional folk, with an ambient music aura. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 11, 2023