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Lyrics by Owen Sinclair
Music by Tannara
lyrics
V1
Get me out of this old room, Can’t be a day too soon
And we’ll jump on a plane back home to you
My hands pick up the phone, but they don’t quite know where to go
Because I know there’s nothing here, it’s truly my biggest fear
CH1
And I can’t hear you now, I can’t see you now
V2
(Wee bit of string part here, in a seperate score)
The stories that he told, with the words he made from gold
Telling tales about a time long ago
All we’re left with are spent lees, and a handful of keys
But there’s nothing behind the door, but a man upon the floor
CH2
And I can’t hear you now, I can’t see you now
And I can’t hear you now, I can’t see you now
Bridge
The spiders on the wall they crawl, I can’t concentrate
We must accept our fate, forget the fabled gate
You are leading me astray, I wont beg or pled or prey
Cause I can’t ask for you, ask for you to stay
The spiders on the wall they crawl, I can’t concentrate
We must accept our fate, forget the fabled gate
You are leading me astray, I wont beg or plead or prey
Cause I can’t ask for you, ask for you to stay
Maybe we’ll catch the bandit in your vain, That’s causing you this hellish strain
What has he got to gain, he doesn’t care about my pain
CH3
And I can’t hear you now, I can’t see you now
And I can’t hear you now, I can’t see you now
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