1. I Must Say
2. Lofticries
3. I Don’t Live Here Anymore

I Must Say - H. Harrington

They say the only thing we know 
Is we don’t know anything 
We could all be figments 
It’s a funny thing 

I could have made you up 
Your face, your laugh, your hands 
What seems out of my control 
Could be in my command 

And if that’s the case 
And my darling it may 
What a lovely imagination 
I have I must say 

The way you act so cool 
And wear the crown 
Might in fact be 
The other way around 

If I made up those lips 
That push into mine 
I’d admit in a second 
That’d be just fine 

And if that’s the case 
And my darling it may 
What a lovely imagination 
I have I must say 

It’s cliché to say 
You’re too good to be true 
But with love like yours 
What can I do 

And if that’s the case 
And my darling it may 
What a lovely imagination 
I have I must say 

And if that’s the case 
And my darling it may 
What a lovely imagination 
I have I must say

I Don't Live Here Anymore - H. Harrington

Rollin’ down this road 
Pull my hat way down low 
Shield my eyes from the sun 
Filtered through my closed window 
And I get this eerie feeling 
So familiar to me know 
It finds its way beneath my skin 
And it lingers there somehow 
And no, I don’t live here anymore 
No, no I don’t live here anymore 

Foreign to me all those years 
That place is home away from here 
Yellowed are my thoughts of you 
Yeah they’re stale and dry and far and few 
And the fibers seem to dissipate 
As I find a way to separate 
My thoughts for you and our clear fate 
No I don’t feel love or even hate 
And no, I don’t live here anymore 
No, no I don’t live here anymore 

Hope is a privilege I don’t deserve 
Wishing for you would only serve 
To deepen the divide you see 
I know there’s nothing left for me 
But your eyes will remain 
A dull etching on my brain 
And no, I don’t live here anymore 
No, no I don’t live here anymore

Lofticries - M. James, C. Roddick

Green, green thunder and the 
Loud, loud rain 
Lead our woes asunder 
'Neath the proud, proud veins 

Of trains let bleed the gunmen of our 
Pumping earthly hearts 
Wean or joys and plunder 
Peel our shining teeth 
Bid our hold on happiness 

Beat weighty tests with lofty cries 
Lofty cries with trembling thighs 
Weepy chests with weepy sighs 
Weepy skin with trembling thighs 

You must be hovering over yourself 
Watching us drip on each other's sides 
Dear brother, collect all the liquids off of the floor 
Use your oily fingers 
Make a paste, let it form 

Let it seep through your sockets and ears 
Into your precious, ruptured skull 
Let it seep, let it keep you from us 
Patiently heal you 
Patiently unreel you 

Beat weighty tests with lofty cries 
Lofty cries with trembling thighs 
Weepy chests with weepy sighs 
Weepy skin with trembling thighs 

You must be hovering over yourself 
Watching us drip on each other's sides 
Dear brother, collect all the liquids off of the floor 
Use your oily fingers 
Pick up paste, let it form 

Beat weighty tests with lofty cries 
Lofty cries with trembling thighs 
Weepy chests with weepy sighs 
Weepy skin with trembling thighs 

You must be hovering over yourself 
Watching us drip on each other's sides 
Dear brother, collect all the liquids off of the floor 
Use your oily fingers 
Pick up paste, let it form

4. Love’s a Bitch
5. Turn Your Head

Love's a Bitch - H. Harrington

Is it a choice to let you go? 
I asked myself so quietly 
When free will seems impossible May I please blame fate entirely? 

It’s not that I didn’t care for him 
You know after all that time 
But sometimes feelings lose their grip Like a knot that’s come untied 

It was raining when I told him That our love had all dried up 
He hung his head and wiped a tear And said I never gave a fuck 

Anger, pleading and heavy sobs 
I endured the whole affair Though I tried I just couldn’t cry 
Maybe I really didn’t care 

Love’s a bitch, but so am I 
And I know I’ll be just fine 
I’m on to the next one, break up and all It’s only a matter of time 

Is it a choice to let you go? 
I asked myself so quietly 
When free will seems impossible May I please blame fate entirely?

Turn Your Head - H. Harrington

Moving through the crowd I walk on eggshells 
I can spot him laughing as somebody yells 
And he tilts his head back at some old joke that Colin told 
And I could have sworn he never would have showed 

So I stop down by the bar and grab my drink 
Yeah I need some fuel to help me sit and think 
But all I can remember is what I used to have 
And babe I want to turn your head so bad 

I want to turn your head so bad 
It’s funny how a man can make you weak 
With one look it’s like I forgot how to breath 
And I can’t believe I’m aching up inside 
And thinking man I want him back in my life 

And he knows exactly how he makes me feel 
It’s like a skip on some old rusty movie reel 
And with each go round I fall a little bit harder 
Yeah I’d like to think I got a little bit smarter 
But I want to turn your head so bad 

So that whiskey warms me down to my bones 
With this confidence I could never be alone 
But I’m staring at myself across bar 
And all I see’s a girl who’s gone too fucking far 

And I dream of busting into that place 
With high heels and some makeup on my face 
But I grip my stool as I start to feel mad 
And all I can think is that I want to turn your head so bad 
And I want to turn your head so bad