Selected Lyrics from Drawing Songs:

ALARMS

Under a blanket
Made a den inside my head
Piled the chairs against the door
Barricaded in my bed

I’m not playing these silly games any more
I see them for what they are
I see you coming through a hole in my guilt
You’re not getting very far
I see you for what you are

I hear the old words that used to work
Rebounding off all my defences
Can’t believe I thought it was all my fault
I fell for all of your pretences

You set off all the alarms
All the alarms
All the alarms
Don’t rattle the door
Or knock down the walls
Inside my head
Inside my head

EGGSHELLS

My heart on my sleeve
Shows all I believe
I used to mean what I say
And say what I mean
I can’t see the same things you say you see
It’s the treading on eggshells 
That hurts my feet
I tell little white lies to keep you sweet
You don’t need to know where I’ve been

Swallow my words
And grit my teeth
Bite the truth
That hides beneath
I can’t feel the way you say you feel
Turn my back
Once you’re asleep
I tell little white lies to keep you sweet
It’s the treading on eggshells 
That hurts my feet

I resent the fact I can’t be found
Push myself into the ground
My hands are tied my feet are bound
Hush myself to make no sound

UNDERTAKER BEES

I learned today about undertaker bees
And a kindness dressed up as cruel
Dragged by the leg and flown over the hedge
To keep all the other bees safe

I’ve known for a while about judicious pruning
Cut out the blight before it spreads
Increase the yield and let it grow health
They’ll never blossom if dead

I knew about apples, bruised and in barrels
And I knew about the rot that travels

So you’ll see in the hallway
I’ve packed up your suitcase
Put all your clever books in a box
‘Cause I’m an undertaker bee

I knew about apples, bruised and in barrels
And I knew about the rot that travels

So you’ll see in the hallway
I’ve packed up your suitcase
Put all your clever books in a box
‘Cause I’m an undertaker bee
Looking out for the hive
To keep all the other bees safe