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Say you will, say you won’t
Be the light to lead us home
Speak it easy, speak it true
We are born to follow you
Keep it open, every door
Be a feeling we can’t ignore
Not a whisper, shout it out
Free from doubt
Show yourself to me
Show
Show yourself to me
Show yourself to me
Show yourself to me
Give us strength, hold us up
Be the water to fill our cup
Through the desert, be the guide
The song in my mind
Keep it simple, keep it pure
Be the truth that we came here for
We must stand, heart in hand
Fire in our chest
Show yourself to me
Show
Show yourself to me
Show yourself to me
Show yourself to me
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Thomas Eatherton - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Chris Hobart - Vocals, Bass
Sarah Holburn - Vocals, Mandolin
Toby Shaer - Fiddle
Joe Rossi - Electric Guitar
Thomas Strike - Drums
Music & lyrics by Thomas Eatherton, Chris Hobart, Joe Rossi, Thomas Strike.
Recorded live at The Broom Cupboard by Rees Broomfield and Peter Waterman. Mixed and mastered by Peter Waterman.
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Porcelain breaking down
Wondering what it’s like on the other side of a frown
Cracking at the seams and the tears don’t dry
Vivid nightmares are calling
(nothing like, nothing like, nothing like, nothing like)
All the wild leaves are falling
(nothing like, nothing like, nothing like, nothing like)
You’re nothing like before
How do you wake, feeling the weight?
Promise of better days
Pain it will fade, you’ll bend and not break
Drift on, Porcelain
Faith lays here, Porcelain
Constantly around, but it’s blowing in the wind
Tethered to a world that’s parallel
Vivid daydreams are waiting
(go and find, go and find, go and find, go and find)
There is life in this painting
(go and find, go and find, go and find, go and find)
So go and find your own
How do you wake, feeling the weight?
Promise of better days
Pain it will fade, you’ll bend and not break
Drift on, Porcelain
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Throw me to the wolves
I’m a man, misunderstood
I’m a house without a roof
I’m a bird that is let loose
Go on, feed me to the lions
I was raised and born in fire
Just a flame that can’t climb higher
I am home where I am stood
Heroes and numbered days
Songs that show their age
I’m growing old before my time
Heroes and numbered days
Songs don’t sound the same
Throw me to the wolves
I don’t want to be saved
Throw me to the wolves
I am bound to my own fate
I lay square upon these tracks
Not for the glory or the chase
Won’t you leave me to the jungle
It is here that I will thrive
Little haven in a wasteland
This is where I come alive
Heroes and numbered days
Songs that show their age
I’m growing old before my time
Heroes and numbered days
Songs don’t sound the same
Throw me to the wolves
I don’t want to be saved
Paint me as your target
Go and talk as talkers do
I am tired of your false melody
Blowing hot air enough for two
Throw me to the wolves
Go on, let 'em show their teeth
Oh, the call that you are hearing is not the same that beckons me
Heroes and numbered days
Songs that show their age
I’m growing old before my time
Heroes and numbered days
Songs don’t sound the same
Throw me to the wolves
I don’t want to be saved
Slave to the music
And I love this ball and chain
Throw me to the wolves
I don’t want to be saved
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