Harder Edges Songtext
von Guy Garvey

Missing that wounded girl
Puttin' on her canine teeth
Sun come burn the clouds
Peace come get me now
I'm sick of ticking boredom
Counting down the pealing hours
Harder edges today
Harder edges today

Burgeoning sky all day grey
Like living in a tupperware box
Locks of hair under glass
Stuck full of flies of the past
And I'm sick of ticking boredom
Counting down the pealing hours
She was capable and kind but not inclined
She was capable and kind but not inclined


Oh don't run the numbers
Don't run the numbers
Don't ask around about me
Shadows are deep and the angles are keen
Lift me out of this pinball machine

Your voice is a tall grass whisper
And I picture a kiss in spectacular station
Your voice has an easy melody
And I'm gently awake from the terrible dreams
Your voice has a mockingbird wisdom
And I flip at indigence and then again [?]
Your voice has an opium smoke plume
The room melts away in a velvet and relevance.
Your voice offers no choice but abandon
And I'm rag doll and glad and I'm ten men in love again

So don't run the numbers
Don't run the numbers
Don't run the numbers
Don't run the numbers
Don't run the numbers
Don't run the numbers
Don't run the numbers


Missing that wounded girl
Puttin' on her canine teeth
Sun come burn the clouds
Peace come get me now
I'm sick of ticking boredom
Counting down the pealing hours
Harder edges today
Harder edges today

Burgeoning sky all day grey
Like living in a tupperware box
Sun come burn the clouds
Peace come get me now
And I'm sick of ticking boredom
Counting down the pealing hours
She was capable and kind but not inclined
She was capable and kind but not inclined