It's all well and good having all these noisy angry ideas for songs, but they need something to contrast against; a moment of peace to measure the chaos against. Likewise, I'm not pissed off all the time, sometimes I'm very much in love. This is what happens when I remember these things, this is meant to be very stripped down, cleanly sung, and gentle, almost like a lullaby. It's also untitled.
"We're capable of beauty."
I hear those words and think of you.
How you push me like you pull me
And how you drive me like you break me.
Tonight this is all for you
This time I refuse to wear masks
I refuse to clothe this love.
For once not disguised or stylised
I want you to see how you shape me
Tonight this is all for you.
Home is where my heart is, and so home is where you are.
Did I ever tell you how this summer I would blow kisses at stars?
I imagined their light reflected our love so I kissed the sky each night.
We were never apart in my mind, and in a way you never left my sight.
Tonight this is all for you.
All of this is for you.
I'd hope this would probably be the subtle centrepiece, at least thematically, of any group of recordings it appeared on. For all of the anger here, it's important to me that I try to put love first.
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