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released 14 April 2015

Written | Windmills.

Produced | Windmills & Ryan Worsley
Engineered & Mixed | Ryan Worsley at Echoplant Sound
Engineer Assistant | Matt DiPomponio
Mastering | Brock Mcfarlane at CPS Mastering

Single Artwork | Faked Potatoes

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Track Name: Maps
Hear me talking in my sleep, a man beneath the sheets
like a ghost who's quoting prophecies that don't mean anything.
I ramble on, through memories of places that I've been
down boulevards and salty seas that taught me everything.

In Amsterdam a sunny autumn came
through coloured leaves in Paris, Saint-Germain.
And tidal waves in San Sebastian, Spain.
In Italy, I truly felt the rain.
Those island towns that calmly stole my heart,
through azure seas on ferries I'd embark.

The question now that always plagues my brain, is, "When will I go back again?"

Where I'd be watching the tide rising.
Track Name: Written On The Body
Darling, please forgive me now but I've been trying to figure out a way to get you out of here...

The words can't leave my mouth, so instead I'll just sit idly by, think of you, and drink to your health.
See you've got this hold on me, and before the night is through, I'd love to deal with you in impurities.

Your eyes, that hair, your lips, that stare...
And the things you do to me in the warmth of secrecy, well they're unaware.

Darling, please forgive me now but I've been trying to figure out a way to get you out of here... get you out of here.