Woodgate, NY

Writer: Ali Lacey
Produced by: Ali Lacey
Mixed by: Ali Lacey
Engineered by: Ali Lacey
Mastered by: Rich James Roberts
Published by BDi Music Ltd

I'll hold, so near and cold
you've exhumed my love
I'm sold, and our story will grow old
but you'll make dust from gold

And I'll know that your heart was once like mine, watch the flaws unwind.
And i'll throw my love to the ground
and i'll tear you out...

Writer: Ali Lacey
Produced by: Ali Lacey
Mixed by: Ali Lacey
Engineered by: Ali Lacey
Mastered by: Rich James Roberts
Published by BDi Music Ltd

I'll drop and speak a charm,
take the weather from your heart,
and the weight from on your toes,
And there’s nothing to your side,
for you to recognise,
it tarnished long ago,

The lake will overflow,
flood all i've ever known,
break walls and sever bones,
Now i'll hold it in my heart,
just for you to fall apart,
Stunt all we'd ever grown,

Burn the bed and the dreams i've never met, those wishes were never for granted,
So burn the bed i'll face wind and fill my head, those wishes were never for granted

you'll drop for a new charm,
put the thunder in my arms,
hope for them to close,
leave nothing to my side,
take all I recognise and varnish your old blows.

Writer: Ali Lacey
Produced by: Ali Lacey
Mixed by: Ali Lacey
Engineered by: Ali Lacey
Mastered by: Rich James Roberts
Published by BDi Music Ltd

Heal your frays, just to know you'll wear them thin again
Peel off the name, that I gave and I knew you wore within
Forget our nave, the summer spent within

For all that its worth now you were worth it in the end,
For all off your worth I would lapse and fall again,
For all that its worth i would have loved you until the end,
But i'm cold in your heart and you're branded into mine.

Bruise the hope,
our endeavour would ever see the light,
choose your own,
i'll face the world knowing that you've grown,
and i'll leave your curls and move past alone

Writer: Ali Lacey
Produced by: Ali Lacey
Mixed by: Ali Lacey
Engineered by: Ali Lacey
Mastered by: Rich James Roberts
Published by BDi Music Ltd

Hollow to the touch, make mischief at your best.
i'll follow at the cuff, fake belief and rest.

With frozen feet i'll move,
the winter brings a new though shallow in my shoes,
left Holland bruised....