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Sands

by Jack Tasker

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lyrics

Pale sun, cold rain, take me back to the North East again
I want to sink my teeth into the earth
Want to see you rising above the swell, simple notions of heaven and hell
The wings of a sea bird, are your new home

There will be room for us all down on the shore
Plenty of heart, plenty of meal and the sand beneath our feet

I’ve come back to the town where I was born, they don’t make towns like this anymore
The people are broken, but the people are kind
I raise my hands to the cloud strewn sky, watch you go, watch you rise
Watch you get carried away

Everyone is waiting for you
They’ve got their Sunday Best ironed and pressed
A procession in honour of you

Seal’s poke their heads out of the surf
Wind cuts down and chills the earth
Divine surrender, on my own
Never again will I kiss your lips
Taste the highs and awful dips
I melted my ring into a flat gold coin

credits

released January 16, 2020
Jack Tasker - Guitars, Keyboards, Bass, Vocals
Tom Downes - Drums
Tom Bath - Keyboards, Vocals

Written and recorded by Jack Tasker
Mixed and mastered by Tom Bath at UTC Stoke

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