Motorbikes from Apricity by The Equatorial Group

Motorbikes

Why isn’t just being
Enough to make us be?
I don’t believe in anything
Just here and now and me

Pinned my eyes open
While they stitched her up
But I won’t watch again
I know this script so well
But my part’s changed

Last night I built a church around us
Perfect spheres of our blood reflecting us

Pastel homes and rusted vans
Sands are ripe for picking
Still your words are ringing out
They resonate so clearly

How do you know me?
Or am I the same?
Just like all the rest
After three days, long years
Your words, his voice
Sinister merger

Last night I built a church around us
Perfect spheres of our blood reflecting us

Should I go now...?

Your light was on
But I didn’t have the nerve to
Wasted detour
Can no-one make me right?
Your light was on
Your light was on

• Folk
• roots-pop-jam-rock
• Eastbourne