We Deliver from Feeling Fickle by Julio Nickels

Back on the run and we’re born on the lam
Notice my hands in the dark
Both the same
It's okay

Broke a bottle on the bridge like it was a ship
Kind of pissed when we didn't move at all
When we didn't float away
We got romantically detained

Loving the rhythm but losing the feeling
Where did we all come apart
If you tell it like a statement
They'll go easy on the questions

Fighting the wind and the voices for days
I don’t feel much like I thought
Indicate
Say my name

Wine and liquor, we always deliver
Anything you need round back
Sail away my friends
Sail away to the end

I know you’re trying or was it just dying
These are the sounds that we make
I know you’re trying or was it just dying
Not much more now we could say
I know we’re trying or was it just dying
I nearly checked myself in

• Experimental
• crooner
• singer-songwriter
• New York