What if your time is seldom sync'd with my time?
What if your lies don't sound as true as my lies, girl?
So what if my tongue is tied up?
Words will never give you a clue.
So what if my mind is not mine?
Red and green may be just blue.
We search for paths of gold, strangers in this island.
My room contains a world that we cannot share.
You see, we never fit, crazy and left-handed.
Someday it will make sense, but someday is not today.
What if I'm late for everything that I crave?
What if my flesh feels buried in its own grave, darling?
So what if my face resembles
Something that I never knew?
So what if I feel so wasted
That my bed's my prison too?
We search for paths of gold, strangers in this island.
My room contains a world that we cannot share.
You see, we never fit, crazy and left-handed.
Someday it will make sense, but someday is not today.
Yorkshire songwriter and guitarist Kindelan explores life's in-between moments on a debut EP of soulful and sweet jazz. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 1, 2023