Good Friday from MAGNIFY by Ham sandwich

The voice in my head,
Has a kind of sadness,
A different kind of silence.
We’re tracing the edge,
Of Sentimental ages,
We’ll iron out the pages.

The voice in my head,
Has a kind of sadness,
A different kind of silence,
We’re tracing the edge,
Of Sentimental ages,
We’ll iron out the pages.
When it takes hold,
when it takes hold.

If you don’t find your diamond rough
then you won't find love.

And you’ll remember the late nights,
Remember the tongue ties,
And colour it in til it looks,
And colour it in til it looks.
And we'll forget all the fallouts,
The mistakes I missed out.
We'll colour it in till it looks just right.

When it takes hold,
You're not lost,
Why don’t you stick around a bit longer.

It terrifies me going out til you find me.

The voice in my head,
Has a kind of sadness,
A different kind of silence,
We’re tracing the edge,
Of Sentimental ages
We’ll iron out the pages

When it takes hold.

• Pop
• indie rock
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• Dublin