Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Bough Bends, artist - Tindersticks. Date of issue: 18.02.2021
Song language: English
The Bough Bends |
| The whole thing |
| Just a collection of fragments |
| Bustling, vying, each holding its own constituents |
| The overall |
| It’s a pragmatist view |
| Overall it’s going well |
| It’s going OK |
| Some good ideas badly executed |
| Best laid plans |
| These irritating wounds we need to attend to |
| Again and again |
| The ecstasy of erasure |
| Blank and clean |
| For a moment |
| A chance to see what we could have been |
| To see what we could have been |
| Our reflections turn away |
| And I want you so much my clothes hurt me |
| She smiled this morning |
| A big fantastic smile |
| And I was desperate for that happiness |
| She leaned and kissed me |
| And for a moment I didn’t care about the rest |
| The fruit is hanging |
| In November still (Ungiven) |
| Didn’t know the past then |
| Or how it would feel (Unyielding) |
| Block of resin |
| With a (Impregnable) |
| A stash of tips |
| At the longest view (Pregnant, missing) |
| Pages blackened |
| With a section torn (Avoided and unforgotten) |
| Pages blacken, yellow and brown (Unsaid, useless) |
| A drop of venom in the burgundy (Tissues, resist) |
| A nut of sadness in the stupid sea (The only way down) |
| It’s the only way down (It's the only way down) |
| It’s the only way down (It's the only crossing) |
| The bell bends |
| The foot still here (Unpeel and taste it) |
| I cannot offer my help (Trembling and empty) |
| I cannot offer my help |
| Distractions, distractions, distractions, distractions |
| When we are broken |
| No matter how hard we try |
| To arrange and fool ourselves |
| This unforgiveness |
| Like a disease |
| We work against its will |
| This space between too soon but too late |
| Did we miss it? |
| Has it arrived yet? |
| We aren’t sure |
| Unforgiveness |
| On a hometown morning |
| Calls unanswered |
| We arrived here naked and screaming |
| Only needed to be held |
| We only needed to be held (Sunlight) |
| This unforgiveness (Yellow light) |
| This self-destruction, self-reconstruction, sexy and alluring (See light, |
| light on my body) |
| The clawing and the crumbling, the reconstruction |
| The love and loathing |
| Of this unforgiveness (See the light) |