Unrest from Unrest by The Calamity

There’s nothing much to say through the dreary day smile smile away they’ll never know I’ll never tell what lies behind a blank impression a spotless clean slate

and there are voices in your head you must not trust them the unrest eats itself and is born again take yourself back to bed

On the crowded street a fierce argument sweeps us all along together blood on his clothes and a half brick was thrown in an unrelated incident both recounted at great length around a hundred pub tables

and all your fears subside slowly and then the unrest eats itself and is born again

All your fears allay there’s nothing you can say through the dreary day smile smile away it’ll all come round again it’ll all come round again.

• Alternative
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• indie folk
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