Melrose from Found / Sounds by House Art

MELROSE
written by c. ballantyne

in the winter of recession (that I held you close)
when a sister's under pressure, I miss you the most
staring at her fingers, oh the wait is prose
ian's words would almost whisper,
'boy, hold on to those'

this music's got me reeling, the way she moves she's mine
i'm hearing voices of a dead man
screaming,
'do it one more time!'
and as I gaze across the room now-
the young ones bare their hearts
and with a stare that held my eyes, oh!
the drums, the feeling starts

can you feel it in her breath now
the way the night can end?
can you see it in the stars how
broken hearts can mend?
and for all the time she dances
(boys, you better not see!)
for every moment moving onward- she draws closer to me

the way she's moving now...

the drive home; stationary
mothers waiting still
the way her eyes are lurking...
honey, he don't got the will
hips slide beneath a canvas; explosions in her eyes
i think I'm moving with a goddess-
drunk up on her sighs

the way she's moving now...

• Rock
• art rock
• baroque pop
• experimental rock
• post-punk
• Canada