Last Dance

by Caryl Archer

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released May 31, 2018


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Caryl Archer UK

Singer songwriter; happily flitting between genres; pop, rock and electronica.

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Track Name: Last Dance
Final song, the lights come on
And I just missed my only chance to dance with you
It isn’t in my way to try
To rearrange the circumstance to be with you

I know that you’ll be leaving soon
And I can barely stand with you in the same room
I’ll tell myself I need some time
And watch the final minutes as they pass me by

Why should it be
So hard to breathe?
It’s only you, it’s only you, my dear
Look into me!
Each time we meet
It’s always mine, it’s always my idea

My head is full of fire alarms
My doubts are what I’m finding hardest to believe
I gesture with my open arms
But you misunderstand me as you turn to leave

I guess it’s now or never, dear
Before the moment disappears
My body overcome with fear
My mind, at last, begins to clear
I’m reaching out my hands to you
I ask if I could dance with you
The smile that greets my eyes
Is all I needed
Track Name: Shy
I love you, I love you
But I am afraid of you
Hard to explain
That’s why I shy away from you
That’s why I shy away from you

You understand me
But only when I’m making sense
I wanna please you
But it’s easy to assume the worst
And now it hurts to touch you
I’ve cried far too much to

You found me and claimed me
So I ran away with you
Your patience, my distance
I know I put a strain on you
Let me take all that away from you

Want you to understand me
Even when I’m not making sense
Want me to please you
But it easy to assume
I won’t come through
And I’ll let you down

Won’t let you down
Track Name: Anxiety Trip (Panic Mix)
Immersive interactions
Provoking palpitations
(Talons pierce ventricles
Heart’s chambers compromised)
Return reverberations
Escaping explanation
(Panic room centrepiece
Love’s longings televised)

You underestimate
The power in your grip
A simple touch for you
My anxiety trip
I overanalyse
No meaning in the breaks
Nor willing in the wake
Of epicentre quakes

Star-splendid sound splits the atmosphere
Jubilant and terrifying
Dazzling fragments
Dancing, frantic
Exuberant, electrifying

Deep breath fires the intellect
The fuel consumed too soon
And bitter, littered silence fills the vacuum to resume
Deep breath fires the intellect
The fuel consumed too soon
And bitter, littered silence fills the vacuum to resume

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