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stream/download 'magazine cuttings' from my latest EP 'oliver street demos' exclusively before it's available on all music platforms this friday! be nice x

Lyrics

It’s this dream I keep having
There’s a wall that’s painted green
A feeling in the back of my head
This might mean something to me

I’m trying to move but I can’t seem to
I’m trapped in something that’s not mine
This might not make sense to you but
I think I’m dreaming from your eyes

There’s people I’ve never seen before
Yet I feel like we’re close
There’s this voice in my head that sounds like me
Saying I know, I know

Could this be that I’m a little like you?
Things not made for me yet I gladly do them
Or could this mean that we’re not at all different
And if that’s the case then
We can hear what we think

In this dream that one time I told you
I saw you lying there out of it
I don’t often wander when I sleep
Or maybe I do, but I forget

I can’t put all this together
There are magazine cuttings of your name
And in a puddle of your deepest secrets
There’s some love seeping in

Could it all lead you into the light?
Away from the noise to some well deserved quiet
Could this be the only thing you were missing
I guess we’ll find out
If not, then we’ll just dream again

Patience fades your fright
And in plain sight you hide alright
You hide inside

Should you be as hard on yourself
If you ask me, it don’t quite make sense
I’ll answer all your questions, they’re good
But if I am you then
I don’t know if I should

Patience fades your fright
And in plain sight you hide alright
You hide inside
Your fears and your flinching sense of security
The trembling voice of your safety
You don’t have to tell me