Harder Edges Lyrics - Courting The Squall - Guy Garvey

Missing that wounded girl 

Puttin' on her canine teeth 

Sun come burn the clouds 

Peace come get me now 

I'm sick of ticking boredom 

Counting down the peeling hours 

Harder edges today 

Harder edges today 

Burgeoning sky all day grey 

Like living in a tupperware box 

Locks of hair under glass 

Stuck full of flies of the past 

And I'm sick of ticking boredom 

Counting down the peeling hours 

She was capable and kind but not inclined 

She was capable and kind but not inclined 

Oh don't run the numbers 

Don't run the numbers 

Don't ask around about me 

Shadows are deep and the angles are keen 

Lift me out of this pinball machine 

Your voice is a tall grass whisper 

And I picture a kiss in spectacular station 

Your voice has an easy melody 

And I'm gently awake from the terrible dreams 

Your voice has a mockingbird wisdom 

And I flip at indignence and then again ten again 

Your voice is an opium smoke plume 

The room melts away in a velvet and relevance 

Your voice offers no choice but abandon 

And I'm rag doll and glad and I'm ten men in love again 

So don't run the numbers 

Don't run the numbers 

Don't run the numbers 

Don't run the numbers 

Don't run the numbers 

Don't run the numbers 

Don't run the numbers 

Missing that wounded girl 

Puttin' on her canine teeth 

Sun come burn the clouds 

Peace come get me now 

I'm sick of ticking boredom 

Counting down the peeling hours 

Harder edges today 

Harder edges today 

Burgeoning sky all day grey 

Like living in a tupperware box 

Sun come burn the clouds 

Peace come get me now 

I'm sick of ticking boredom 

Counting down the peeling hours 

Capable and kind but not inclined 

Capable and kind but not inclined