ZANG TUUMB TUM DISCOGRAPHY “…or the imagination”

Hazelville


Surely someone will see
All these lines inbetween
Surely someone will know
All these lines as they grow

Palest white fingertips
Into some deeper hole I dip
As the black fades to white
Slows the Sun’s heavy gentle flight

Couldn’t let your broken voice speak
Couldn’t let it into your life, oh no
You couldn’t let your broken voice speak, oh no
Forget it ever entered your life, oh no

Oh no

You never let your broken voice speak
Oh no
Forget it ever entered your life