Complex from Slow Drift by Rhiannon Scutt

Cautious, shy, a waste of time,
If only I knew how to say the things I mean to say in much, less time.
But the chance has slipped away, and may never be mine.

On an empty stomach, the beer affects me quick,
though my nerves subside, much slower than I'd like,
cos these moments with you pass faster than blinking eyes,
and you know mine don't work at the best of times.

You said I like complex but not complicated,
complex but not complicated,
is this more complex, more complicated,
than it needs to be.

You observe me close, I think I like to be seen,
I listen to your phrasing your southern vocabulary,
and the ease and confidence with which you speak,
its all so attractive to me.

We flee the scene I head north and you head south,
the red moon behind me, a smile creeps from my mouth,
at the end of a day I wouldn't change
and will never, never doubt.

• Acoustic
• Alternative
• Electro
• Folk
• Pop
• Soft Rock
• Sheffield