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Theatre EP (Lyrics)

by Evan Wilson

01 - Applause
 

Put up a basket on the drive

I’ll bring the bikes around

Missing every hoop but didn’t mind at all

 

Boxes on the lawn

I’ll pull the car around

It was never really home in my mind at all

 

Blacken out some teeth in another magazine

In rooms waiting for news of what was happening

 

But we’ll wait for the love

Wait for the love

Wait for the love

Then take a bow

 

Hold for applause

Hold for applause

Hold for applause

Don’t break a sweat

 

Wait for the sign

Wait for the sign

Wait for the sign

Then take a hint

 

Turn to the door

Turn to the door

Turn to the door

Don’t leave it late

 

Left your bike outside the shop

We’ll run back round again

The sinking of the stomach til you found it there

 

Fights in the backseat

I’ll turn this car around

We were never nearly there yet every time you asked

 

Flowers on a stone I’ll bring the kids

Never though my Saturdays would be for this

 

Still we’ll wait for the love

Wait for the love

Wait for the love

Then take a bow

 

Hold for applause

Hold for applause

Hold for applause

Don’t break a sweat

 

Wait for the sign

Wait for the sign

Wait for the sign

Then take a hint

 

Turn to the door

Turn to the door

Turn to the door

Don’t leave it late

02 - The Close
 

Teach me certainly 

Show me how to hold on to this

Moving deliberately

Show me how to forget myself

 

When it comes to the close

You’ll know why

Even if you don’t feel it

You’ll know why

 

When it comes to the close

You’ll know why

Even if you don’t feel it

You’ll know why

 

Say this with certainty

So clear but I’ll hear what I want to hear

We did this deliberately

Show me how to forget myself

 

When it comes to the close

You’ll know why

Even if you don’t feel it

You’ll know why

 

When it comes to the close

You’ll know why

Even if you don’t feel it

You’ll know why

 

Blank out the letters you can’t read

Block all the numbers you can’t see

Retreat retreat, deceive deceive

Do you see a grown up here with me?

 

When it comes to the close

You’ll know why

Even if you don’t feel it

You’ll know

03 - Standing Up
 

The ragged edges call it out

You can’t expect it fully formed

We tried to hold it, but the rope stays taut

We’ll keep our eyes shut, but I’m spinning out

 

Break a little, slow a little

Back off, sit this out

Break a little, let it slide a little

Back up, sit this one out

 

Discoloured edges show it up

You can’t expect it standing up

I tried to hold it, but it slips right by

I’ll keep my mouth shut, but I’m spinning out

 

Break a little, slow a little

Back off, sit this out

Break a little, let it slide a little

Back up, sit this one out

 

You felt the blood, hot at first and then cold

You heard a ring in your ear, quiet now

It wasn’t enough, it wasn’t enough for you then

It isn’t enough, it isn’t enough for you now

04 - Audience
 

A crowd clap dies

An audience shuffles to the door

We had it for a moment

Now it’s gone

 

Could have done more

Could have done less

I wanted a witness to last a little longer

 

You were my audience

I played for you

But I could hold your attention

You were my audience

A stage whisper too loud

That you couldn’t ignore

 

The crowd was getting bigger

But you asked them not to look

I held too tight

Now it’s gone

 

Could have done more

Could have done less

I wanted a witness to last a little longer

 

You were my audience

I played for you

But I could hold your attention

 

As I watch you go I keep hold

Hope should have gone but it lives on

05 - Context
 

To be good at keeping secrets

Hold it in, keep it tight together

To be wise, to learn some lessons

To never do this again

Wrong people, bad advice without context

 

Now it’s out of my hands 

An open diary

Never meant to be seen

An end to privacy

 

Or is it good to have it out there

Every moment lived on display

To be free, an empty schedule

Can always try this again

New people, new advice, without contest

 

Now it’s out of my hands 

An open diary

Never meant to be seen

An end to privacy

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