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Anything But
03:57
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I cannot pretend anymore this way
That I don't see the answer dangling before me
I will not succumb and be led astray
Down into the gutter by a self-inflicted story
And the feeling in my heart is a raging fire
Tearing through invention, commanding territory
Cause it hurts to do anything but love you
Oh, it hurts to do anything but love you
How am I to rectify everything I've done up 'til now?
How was I to know you were waiting for me anyhow?
Sitting at the edge of the world's horizon
I stared into the distance and called out to the ether
And somewhere in the dark came a resolution
It met me like a whisper and crashed in like thunder
And the fire in my heart couldn't hold it in
Bursting out and onward with unrelenting fervour
Cause it hurts to do anything but love you
Oh, it hurts to do anything but love you
How am I to rectify everything I've done up 'til now?
How was I to know you were waiting for me anyhow?
I don't remember (I don't remember)
Why I decided I would rather be alone and hold this pain
I chose surrender (I chose surrender)
You gave me sun and I chose rain
But now I know that it hurts to do anything but love you
Oh, it hurts to do (anything) anything but love you
Oh, how am I to rectify everything I've done up 'til now?
Oh, how was I to know you were waiting for me anyhow?
How was I to know?
How could I know?
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2. |
Vulture
03:20
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He cranes his head to see the dead
Left behind for his kind
Picking scraps as worlds collapse
He gives a grin of greed and sin
Spineless highness, on he flies
Laying low and moving slow
Eyeing prey to snatch away
Avoiding scraps as worlds collapse
He stays content with each descent
Lossless, costless, on he flies
Cold, dark night
One last flight
He'll never guess the cause of stress
Let him hide, he has his pride
He knows it's true, there's much to do
He lies in wait to cheat with fate
Scheming, screaming, on he flies
Cold, dark night
One last flight
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3. |
Secondhand Smoker
04:26
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(Ba da da's)
There's something in the air
And it reminds me of where
I met you, I met you
I feel it creeping in
And dripping down my skin
And I know I can't forget you
As hard as I try
I can't let go
It's present on my lips
And on my fingertips
I need you, I need you
But you know as well as I
That my will is running dry
And I know that fact has freed you
As hard as I try
I can't let go
Oh, you made me
Your secondhand smoker (secondhand smoker)
And I can't get enough (I can't get enough)
I'm addicted to the way you feel
Even though I've never touched the stuff
Oh, I'm a secondhand smoker (secondhand smoker)
Living vicariously (Living vicarious)
When you walk by I'm a different guy
And I want things how they used to be, oh
(Ba da da's)
This craving in my heart
I knew right from the start
Would break me, would break me
It's deeper than it seems
You're even in my dreams
I wish someone would wake me
As hard as I try
I can't let go
Oh, you made me
Your secondhand smoker (secondhand smoker)
And I can't get enough (I can't get enough)
I'm addicted to the way you feel
Even though I've never touched the stuff
Oh, I'm a secondhand smoker (secondhand smoker)
Living vicariously (Living vicarious)
When you walk by I'm a different guy
And I want things how they used to be, oh
(Ba da da's)
Compulsion dominates my actions
There's no one pulling on the reins
And with each breath I feel
My heart is pumping ashes through my veins
(It's in the air, remind me where
You're creeping in and on my skin
It's on my lips and fingertips
But you and I are running dry)
Oh, you made me
Your secondhand smoker (secondhand smoker)
And I can't get enough (I can't get enough)
I'm addicted to the way you feel
Even though I've never touched the stuff
Oh, I'm a secondhand smoker (secondhand smoker)
Living vicariously (Living vicarious)
When you walk by I'm a different guy
And I want things how they used to be, oh
(Ba da da's)
Whoa!
(It's in the air, remind me where
You're creeping in and on my skin
It's on my lips and fingertips
But you and I...)
Ba da da da dow!
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4. |
The Middle
03:02
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When did the thinking stop?
Cause I find I'm staring into space again
I thought I had earned some peace
But there's something coming, I just don't know when
I must've bitten the hand
Cause nothing is going as planned
And the mess is compounding
And the edges are rounding
And spinning my mind as it comes to a head
And the deadlines are hounding
And the headache is pounding
My confidence drops as I pull on the thread
And this ground that I found, it's unstable, unsound
And it feels like I'm gonna drop dead
And though I'll never be sure, maybe I can endure
If you help me find the middle, help me find the middle
Help me find the middle instead
Help me find the middle
Help me find the middle instead
I'm not that ambitious
I don't need to leave a big, outstanding mark
But I feel like a fool
Cause every choice I make, I'm treading water in the dark
I must've bitten the hand
Cause nothing is going as planned
And the knot is confounding
And the pain is rebounding
And starving me out when I've got to be fed
And the babble resounding
In the battle surrounding
Is shattering focus and leaving me red
And this ground that I found, it's unstable, unsound
And it feels like I'm gonna drop dead
And though I'll never be sure, maybe I can endure
If you help me find the middle, help me find the middle
Help me find the middle instead
Help me find the middle
Help me find the middle
Help me find the middle, find the middle, find the middle
Help me find the middle instead
Cause the mess is compounding
And the edges are rounding
And the deadlines are hounding
And the headache is pounding
And the knot is confounding
And the pain is rebounding
And the babble resounding
In the battle surrounding
(On and on and on...)
Help me find the middle instead
Help me find the middle
Help me find the middle
When did the thinking stop?
Cause I find I'm staring into space again
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5. |
Product of Our Time
05:00
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While roaming hallowed streets a song came into mind
With words I couldn't find
But the melody was the only of its kind
It made me think of you and all the nights we shared
The secrets that we spared
The childhood ambitions that we bared
It seems I'm terrified of losing what is certain
The closing of the curtain
The final waves goodbye
The way the moments fly
But human nature pushes us and hurries us along
Before we know we've played the final song
What can I say about a friend I've known forever?
While one may find it clever
The best of them would laugh at the endeavor
But nonetheless
I hope we find a way to stay together
And we make it through this weather
Pretending we're always in our prime
And we'll never be a product of our time
And as the distance puts us further out of touch
Communications hush
But through the years it doesn't hurt so much
And should our reasoning put both of us to shame
I'll gladly take the blame
Although, I know, you'd likely do the same
I hope you're happy and I hope that doesn't change
See, the way our lives arrange
We mythicize our story
And hold onto that glory
And as nostalgia echoes it keeps us young at heart
Regardless of the time we spend apart
What can I say about a friend I've known forever?
While one may find it clever
The best of them would laugh at the endeavor
But nonetheless
I hope we find a way to stay together
And we make it through this weather
Pretending we're always in our prime
And we'll never be a product of our time
And so, old friend, although the tide is shifting
The curtain now is lifting
Which goes to show, it all turns on a dime
And though we may not see the world together
The past is there forever
Ensuring we're always in our prime
And we'll never be a product of our time
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6. |
The Old Garden Gate
03:48
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See how the world plays a sound, a rhyme
By the old garden gate where I met her the first time
Scattered thoughts may wander
But they always find a way to pull you home
Far and away she lies
Never thought so soon I'd find
I'm tired of these cityscapes I roam
Far and away she tries
To reach out to me
And so I finally take the call
With the voices down the hall
So, allow these simple words
Though my innocence pervades
Come pouring through my spirit
In imperfect cavalcades
And see how the world plays a sound, a rhyme
By the old garden gate where I met her the first time
For many years I fooled myself
To chase the highs of bittersweet applause
Far and away she cries
Clearer now, my eyes are open
Tearing through what's here without a cause
Far and away she tries
To reach out to me
Oh, how can I help these tears to dry
When there's so many left to cry?
Just allow these simple words
Though my innocence pervades
Come pouring through my spirit
In imperfect cavalcades
And see how the world plays a sound, a rhyme
By the old garden gate where I met her the first time
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7. |
Eloise
03:46
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Hit it!
Whoa
Whoa
She doesn't tell you where she goes
When she goes out at night
And sleeps without you out of spite
She doesn't answer when you call
And she calls for recompense
But stays well seated on the fence
Feelings come, feelings go
Why does she hurt you so?
She brings you down beneath her heel
And tells you the way you feel
Arbitrary words she says
Do nothing for your confidence
And as she dies upon her hill
Eloise is lying still
Whoa
Whoa
She doesn't tell you what she knows
And she knows you've given in
No keeping up on where she's been
She doesn't favour anyone
Anyone would see right through
But she keeps changing what is true
Still you try, still you fail
Fearing the ship may sail
What she wants, who can say?
She changes it every day
Arbitrary words she says
Do nothing for your confidence
And as she dies upon her hill
Eloise is lying still
Whoa
Whoa
She speaks the evil
Hear no evil
See no evil, darling
She speaks the evil
Hear no evil
See no evil, darling
Oh!
Arbitrary words she says
Do nothing for your confidence
And as she dies upon her hill
Eloise is lying still
Whoa
Whoa
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Fynn Cuthbert Toronto, Ontario
I'm an actor, singer, and composer from Southwestern Ontario. I've been obsessed with music for as long as I can recall. I hope the songs I write can influence you now in one way or another.
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