Liminal Spaces

Question things always used to wonder why they Always wrote and drew and generally create Sitting on the snaking train Between the hills the mountains the plains Why am I involved in the chase? For what? I can't keep the pace For freedom I started on my birthday But I know I like that sweet sanguine taste It hits me exactly the same As when I'm stuck but feel the escape Places where we head to create I guess inspiration is stuck in a liminal space A space of boundaries A space away from where we've run from Couch sleeps Wherever you're going to You're coming from A space of boundaries A space away from where we've run from Couch sleeps Wherever you're going to You're coming from I wanna be in your arms But I can't say that So it's all good we're calm I wanna feel your thoughts Dissect your words Break like flood breathe our talks I wanna see you exist I don't need sex I understood everything in the kiss I don't understand anything But it's all clear and unvarying then A time I comprehend Can't pretend When the good old days begin to end When did they start? It's was all poetic We danced as we hit the big red restart Played our parts To a tee Saw the edge of the earth All beautiful to me Played our parts To a tee Saw the edge of the earth All beautiful to me A space of boundaries A space away from where we've run from Couch sleeps Wherever you're going to You're coming from A space of boundaries A space away from where we've run from Couch sleeps Wherever you're going to You're coming from I'm 23 years old I woke up on the daybed outside It was fucking cold Inside was off limits 'cos your friends mum was home She didn't like the look of me Tattoos and bald I told her she was man's ruin We were both geared to shit And we both knew what we were doing And we both thought we thought we quit Chalk that down to corner shop wine and punk gig Cardiff brings that out of me Actually I just binge Catholicism got nothing on the sins listed on my lips Addicted to your hips I'm a fucking drip Twisted little kid But I know that you make me feel good That's something big Something big to me It doesn't happen often baby Doesn't happen enough I guess I'll see you in Madrid and We can go for that drive girly Smoke cigarettes off your balcony Stick 'n' poke that tattoo You can try and cure me It won't happen but I'm living I exist I'm worthy of breath What's addiction? I smoke the cigarettes I quit in the kitchen Because my life needs that addition of substance Even Gomorrah and Sodom Most of my friends that knew me well are left Maybe I'm the problem Maybe I'm the space stolen and ill-gotten But I still wake up on the daybeds as the sun breaks And I still see you occupying that liminal space I still wake up on the daybeds as the sun breaks And I still see you occupying that liminal space Liminal space Liminal space Liminal spaces Liminal spaces Liminal spaces Liminal spaces A space of boundaries A space away from where we've run from Couch sleeps Wherever you're going to You're coming from A space of boundaries A space away from where we've run from Couch sleeps Wherever you're going to You're coming from Liminal spaces I'll see you there On the flipside I'll see you there On the flipside