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Miles Apart
03:43
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When I am lonely I dream of aeroplanes
Feel the freedom of clouds from the windowpanes
And the hum of the plane as it lulls me to sleep
Whispers softly of where I’ll soon be
So come on darling
Call me home with the beat of your heart
Oh come on baby
I’m just waiting for you to start
I love you more with every yard
And we’re miles apart
When I am busy I dream of taxi cabs
But the feel of the city always made me sad
The drone of the town, never quite rang true
Makes me wish for somewhere with you
Chorus
When I am tired, I dream of morning trains
The whistle is loud, but I can’t complain
Cause the train heaves a sigh, being bound to its tracks
And it reminds me, that I’m going back
Chorus
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2. |
Only Fair
04:50
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It was the least I could say
And still give you away
But the words fell like leaves
In the cemetery
I almost saw you there
Like a shade in the air
And my mind filled it in
Like a Polaroid print
And the print became real
As I stood by your grave
And I swear that you whispered
The words that could save
Me
so I give away your ghost
soft and thick
opened to the air
I give away your ghost
And free us both
It’s only fair
I stood by your tree
Waiting for you to speak
But your whisper was faded
Like a dream dissipated
The wind burned my face
As I left from that place
It stirred up the leaves
In the cemetery
And they twirled like you did
When you danced in your dress
Bid a final goodbye
And laid you to rest
So I give away your ghost
Soft and thick
open to the air
I give away your ghost
and free us both
it's only fair
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3. |
Not Even Your Ghost
05:11
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The broken eyes of home
Stared back at me all alone
Shattered glass crunching under my feet
Served to remind me of where we would meet
In buildings worn out with the past
You told me that we couldn’t last
Then the war that took you from my side
Turned to me and I could not hide
We marched heads down to a beat
Our feet were too weary to keep
And I looked with hope through the air
But not even your ghost was there
Though the soldiers had said we’d won
I couldn’t put down my gun
Nothing felt like victory
Without you standing next to me
Without you standing next to me
I looked with hope through the air
Not even your ghost was there
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4. |
The Ladder
05:00
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I fear that my future won’t hold what I hope
I hate that I fear what I haven’t yet spoke
I’m climbing a ladder made only of rope
I can’t stand the height but I’m starting to cope
I’m trying to hold back the tide of your eyes
Like kinds and creation I’m doomed but I try
I’ll show you a scene of your heart when it flies
And hope that the mem’ry will bring you to life
And there’s nothing below me
The only way down is to fall so I climb
I don’t know where I’m going
But I know that theres something I still have to find
I’m trying to keep from coming undone
Apologize when I’ve done nothing wrong
But I know that this feeling won’t last for too long
The heat of your breath is the beat of this song
What will you do when my breath has gone cold
The rope starts to fray and the ladder won’t hold
When the stakes are too high, to stay or to fold?
Have faith that I’ll find you above or below
Maybe it's you
I will find you
I will find you my love
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The waves are crashing hard against the soft sand
An age old battle of advancing retreating
The gulls are circling round the docks with their hands
All cupped together for the scraps we’re leaving
The sails are climbing high against the blue sky
Forever reaching for the things they can’t own
I hope someday they show we’ve misjudged their drive
By lifting off the waves to heights unknown
The night falls and the stars start to rise
They peer out like they’re the ocean’s eyes
But I know you can see them too
Curled up next to someone new
The dawn breaks, the steady sun starts to rise
I peer out with tired sleepless eyes
But I’m sure you’ve got the better view
Curled up next to someone new
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The Camaraderie Durham, North Carolina
The Camaraderie is the musical project of Ben Azevedo, a multi-instrumentalist and singer-songwriter from Durham, North Carolina. Ben writes and plays songs about friendship, love, and messy emotions. He promises his parents he's actually really happy.
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