Telescope (feat. Eaves Wilder)

Mr mug shot

Mr blood shot

Mr every second counts in the glove shop

Missed your palm on the face of the love-hot woman in the street

Mr staged mind

Mr blunt pose

Mr kissing in the rain with your eyes closed

Missed the tall dark twist on the fate of the make believe

When the sun rots

And the evening slips

To a tongue-tied place, where lips eclipse

Alibis clipped in paper chain receipts

As the tide turns

The sea-whips

Till your weak in the knees for the payslip

I'm watching and waiting and raising your sweet deceit

Will you hold the rope

To my telescope

Will you see straight into my eyes

Will you ever be

What the weather needs?

Cause the water's running high

In the back street

There's a back beat

A rumour reserved the athlete

Who's running for his life from a mind too sly to commit

And down south

There's a loud mouth

Whose words just heard what I'vd found out

The truth of the business is heartbreak and paper clips

So mr mug shot

Mr blood shot

What's the worth of your weight when the love's hot

What's the price of the games that you play for the make believe

Mr staged mind

Mr blunt pose

We already know what you can't show

You face in the light of the morning is bitter sweet

Will you hold the rope

To my telescope

Will you see straight into my eyes

Will you ever be

What the weather needs?

Cause the water's running high

I'm always under water with the way you hold my head and send me down

I'll wake here at the deep end for you see beneath the darkness that I've found

I'm always under water with the way you hold my head and send me down

I'll wake here at the deep end for you see beneath the darkness that I've found

Will you hold the rope

To my telescope

Will you see straight into my eyes

Will you ever be

What the weather needs?

Cause the water's running high

Will you hold the rope

To my telescope

Will you see straight into my eyes

Will you ever be

What the weather needs?

Cause the water's running high