Wishing Games

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Breath
And live with it
Let the tension flow loose
I only long for the noise
That which can’t be diffused
 
That thickens the blood
Removes the air that’s our last
Ease suffocates
I need it
It’s my trap

So I know now it’s a prison and a passage out
All our doorways one the same
And I’ll know now where they’re leading
There’s one way to find out

Because I might have been wrong
And I might have been right
It’s not important if you just try
There’ll be no walls standing left to climb
 
Traps and happenstance
Grind the gears of this world
You’re either caught or create
But it only ever starts with words
And you were only ever right
You’re the one thing I can’t leave behind
So no saving anticipation
Moments falling,
No one waiting
No pulling sense out from a truth or lie
So it’s goodbye
I’m ready
  
No delaying, no more waiting
No more counting times a changing
No more chasing boundaries fading
No more days to keep on breaking

Now it’s a prison and a passage out
All are doorways one the same
And I’ll know now where they’re leading
There’s one way to find out

So I know now it’s a prison and a passage out
All are doorways one the same
And I’ll know now where they’re leading
There’s one way left to try now

Because I might have been wrong
And I might have been right
It’s not important if you just try
There’ll be no walls standing left to climb
But show me a heart that beats without a desire

Be careful with your wishing games
You'll only have yourself to blame
Be careful with your wishing games
You'll only have yourself to break

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from Traps, released March 17, 2017

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The Diomedes London, UK

Leyton / London duo who play soaring indie melodies, soundscapes, riffs and howling synths.

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