Harder Edges - Guy Garvey

Missing that wounded girl

Puttin' on her canine teeth

Sun come burn the clouds

Peace come get me now

I’m sick of ticking boredom

Counting down the pealing hours

Harder edges today

Harder edges today

Burgeoning sky all day grey

Like living in a tupperware box

Locks of hair under glass

Stuck full of flies of the past

And I’m sick of ticking boredom

Counting down the pealing hours

She was capable and kind but not inclined

She was capable and kind but not inclined

Oh don’t run the numbers

Don’t run the numbers

Don’t ask around about me

Shadows are deep and the angles are keen

Lift me out of this pinball machine

Your voice is a tall grass whisper

And I picture a kiss in spectacular station

Your voice has an easy melody

And I’m gently awake from the terrible dreams

Your voice has a mockingbird wisdom

And I flip at indigence and then again

Your voice is an opium smoke plume

The room melts away in a velvet and

Your voice offers no choice but abandon

And I’m rag doll and glad and I’m ten men in love again

So don’t run the numbers

Don’t run the numbers

Don’t run the numbers

Don’t run the numbers

Don’t run the numbers

Don’t run the numbers

Don’t run the numbers

Missing that wounded girl

Puttin' on her canine teeth

Sun come burn the clouds

Peace come get me now

I’m sick of ticking boredom

Counting down the pealing hours

Harder edges today

Harder edges today

Burgeoning sky all day grey

Like living in a tupperware box

Sun come burn the clouds

Peace come get me now

And I’m sick of ticking boredom

Counting down the pealing hours

She was capable and kind but not inclined

She was capable and kind but not inclined