The Anachronist from The Anachronist by Emma Fee

I don't like it here.
These times are strange and I can cope with all the fear I'm living in.
Take me home, take me home.

Stuck in a place in time.
This is my home, but it just doesn't feel like mine
And then the locks keep on sticking every time.

Skin and bone and soul, someone make me whole again.
Make me feel that I am home.

It is often said,
When you're awake and you are lying in your bed,
It's 'cause someone else is dreaming about you.

Well I don't know if that's true.
I often fall to sleep, I'm dreaming about you but you're away,
You're oblivious to me.

Skin and bone and soul, someone make me whole again.
Make me feel that I am home.

Well I can't hear a thing.
I pull the dirt off of the needle and I"m really listening.
Maybe I just don't get it.

We don't see eye to eye.
You'll never change your way of thought and nor will I,
We're just the bits of blue sky that won't fit in.

Skin and bone and soul, someone make me whole again.
Make me feel that I am home.
Skin and bone and soul, someone make me whole again.
Make me feel that I am home.

• Pop
• acoustic
• female vocalist
• female vocals
• folk
• glastonbury
• indie
• power pop
• Hull