Set from Tin by Pocket Vinyl

You asked me why I haven't left you yet

The way I see you is quite different

Though I say I follow many things

Look what I've done, my beliefs are my actions



My hardened heart, I grow it often myself

My tired parts, I grow them often myself



I hear a noise, some ethereal, absent voice

I don't know who it belongs to

You understand, but nothing penetrates

The barriers of your emotional state



My scattered heart, I grow it often myself

My shaking parts, I grow them often myself



You asked me why I haven't left you yet

Don't you see? We are a set



My blooming heart, I grow it often myself

My gracious parts, I grow them often myself

• Alternative
• indie
• indie rock
• indie-rock
• piano slam rock
• piano-rock
• Norwich