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Loyle Carner

October

 

October

(album: A Little Late - 2014)


I was watching cars flicker past the right side
A nice night but it's chilly so I might write
The right time wasn't sitting in my right mind
So I thought of you and started to scribble 'til bright lights
Blinded eyes in the stories, the knickerbocker glories
I saw the thoughtful form stood before me
It's raw think do I adore what I saw
Or am I more distraught, warping the cause before it gets gory?
For me, and seek my very own Juliet
Out the window as the wind blows
The rumours get a little bigger as they flicker to the ear
Slipping near to a snigger, gripping everything they hear
We fear and such, I think I said a little too much
From love to lust in a heartbeat, the riddle combusts
It's on us, it's on us
From love to lust in a heartbeat, the riddle combusts

Creeping tight through the sleepy night
Use to hold now she won't
I guess it's too cold for an evil eye
Ease your mind, inter lace, never seek to find
I promise we'll never sleep divine
Sleepy night, used to hold now she own
I guess it's too cold for an evil eye
Ease your mind, inter lace, never seek to find

Dangerous devil in the dark
Demons eating reasons if you're feeling from the heart
That laugh carved a mask that was blocking from the past
In half 'til you were wishing what you were missing from the start
We laugh, carafe's poured, last dribbles and more
Claims she's only having a tipple 'til she's gripping the floor
We roar, for sure, hoping that this little rapport
Will support all of the thoughts we were slipping before
But cut short, slow behind, closing time
The second when the bedroom beckons and our souls combine
Couldn't open blinds, dove into an open wine
Always getting cold drunk and so we're speaking with sober mind
Taking over's fine
Defined, that's the reasoned line come October time
Come October time, defined, that's the reasoned line

Yes, I've got you my mind girl
Whoa-oa-oa-oah
In October
In October

Creeping tight through the sleepy night
Use to hold now she won't
I guess it's too cold for an evil eye
Ease your mind, inter lace, never seek to find
I promise we'll never sleep divine
Sleepy night, used to hold now she own
I guess it's too cold for an evil eye
Ease your mind, inter lace, never seek to find

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