Revelry Remedy from Revelry Remedy by Dean Cutsforth

Rushing ahead and not looking back,
Mate, I could do this for miles and miles.
Pushing the bed of flowers that drape atop the grave,
My dreams return to brand new trials.
How could I ever let you know what I know?

I must try,
I must try.

The revelry inside my soul collides,
With the calculations.
And here we go again.
The remedy within my mind provides,
Little consolation.
So here we go again.

Sharing a song about a Polish food,
All I can think about is how we were.
Wearing a thong of little consequence is quite rare,
Your cheeks, they're there, and yet so far.
How could I ever let you know what I know?

I must try,
(Give me one, just give me one small chance.)
I must try.

The revelry inside my soul collides,
With the calculations.
And here we go again.
The remedy within my mind provides,
Little consolation.
So here we go again.
The melody begins to come alive,
Heart begins to hasten.
So here I am again.

• Alternative
• acoustic-guitar
• alternative-rock
• bedroom recording
• solo-artist
• Hull