Lyrics: Springdale is nothing, without you around- it stops what it's doing, puts everything down. When I close my eyes, I am nothing at all But the name on your lips, that speaks when you call. Skin and bones, skin and bones. I can't help questioning, what is my part in the midst of the masses, lined up for your heart? And over, and over, I circle the room in orbit around you, like some sort of moon. Skin and bones, skin and bones. The mountains reach up to the top of the sky. I want to know, next to them, what am I? Compared to the stars, I'm impossibly small- nothing at all, nothing at all but the Light on the lake, in the dead of July. the salt of my tears, and the touch of the night, the smile on your face when you know that it's me, I think it must be, I think it must be- Springdale is nothing, without you inside. With no one to love it, it withers and dies. But I don't have anyone tying me down, so I'll pack up my bags, take the bus out of town. Skin and bones, skin and bones. Down in the valley, where everything's new, I'm all on my own and think often of you. But the neighbors are friendly, and ask me to stay. I'm finally someone, now that you're away. Skin and bones, skin and bones. The mountains reach up to the top of the sky. I want to know, next to them, what am I? Compared to the stars, I'm impossibly small- nothing at all, nothing at all but the Light on the lake, in the dead of July. the salt of my tears, and the touch of the night, the smile on your face when you know that it's me, I think it must be, I think it must be that I am more than skin and bones, and I am more than skin and bones, and I am more than skin and bones, and I am more than skin and bones, and-
Lyrics:
Springdale is nothing, without you around-
it stops what it's doing, puts everything down.
When I close my eyes, I am nothing at all
But the name on your lips, that speaks when you call.
Skin and bones,
skin and bones.
I can't help questioning, what is my part
in the midst of the masses, lined up for your heart?
And over, and over, I circle the room
in orbit around you, like some sort of moon.
Skin and bones,
skin and bones.
The mountains reach up to the top of the sky.
I want to know, next to them, what am I?
Compared to the stars, I'm impossibly small-
nothing at all, nothing at all
but the
Light on the lake, in the dead of July.
the salt of my tears, and the touch of the night,
the smile on your face when you know that it's me,
I think it must be, I think it must be-
Springdale is nothing, without you inside.
With no one to love it, it withers and dies.
But I don't have anyone tying me down,
so I'll pack up my bags, take the bus out of town.
Skin and bones,
skin and bones.
Down in the valley, where everything's new,
I'm all on my own and think often of you.
But the neighbors are friendly, and ask me to stay.
I'm finally someone, now that you're away.
Skin and bones,
skin and bones.
The mountains reach up to the top of the sky.
I want to know, next to them, what am I?
Compared to the stars, I'm impossibly small-
nothing at all, nothing at all
but the
Light on the lake, in the dead of July.
the salt of my tears, and the touch of the night,
the smile on your face when you know that it's me,
I think it must be, I think it must be
that
I am more than skin and bones, and
I am more than skin and bones, and
I am more than skin and bones, and
I am more than skin and bones, and-
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Love it. The beginning sounds like 'You'
Yeah, I do love my angsty guitar strums
"I want to know, next to them, what am I?"
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I'm glad you appreciated the lyrics, my family thought they were weird.
@CeliaLudicrum NOOOOO, YOU'RE THE MOST UNDERRATED ARTIST THAT CREATE MASTERPIECE WITH UNBELIEVABLE LYRICS. LIKEEEE, ALL SO GOOD!! 🥰
Are those different drum sounds I hear?🧐
I did in fact write the drum lines myself, so they probably sound....interesting.