The Collector

from by Steepways

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lyrics

You. Leave my hand. Dance with another man
And the mood fell cold.
He. Moth to the flame. Just another name
That won’t get told

Spins them round. Pins them down
One more soul she’d like to frame
Standing in the doldrums
Looking for the gestures. They ain't coming

Spend your days getting by
Waste your nights getting high
Play the broken butterfly my dear
That's the lie you sell
‘Cause baby you’re the collector.

You. Left my hand. You danced with another man
And the mood grows colder
But I. Hold no blame. But I sorta’ miss the pain
When you wrecked my world

Spins them round. Pins them down
One more soul she’d like to frame
Standing in the doldrums
Looking for the gestures. They ain't coming

Spend your days getting by
Waste your nights getting high
Play the broken butterfly my dear
That's the lie you sell
‘Cause baby you’re the collector.

credits

from Holy Smoke, released December 18, 2016
Blair Chadwick: Lead vocals, electric guitar
Charlie Bateson: Vocals, acoustic guitar
Darren Buddell: Pedal steel
Jamie Shaw: Drums and percussion
Chris Clarke: Bass guitar
Andy Fairclough: Upright pianos
Siobhan Parr: Vocals

Mixed and produced by Chris Clarke.
Recoded at Reservoir Studios, London.

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Steepways London, UK

Original songwriting duo Blair Chadwick and Charles Batesman are the songwriters behind Steepways. 'Holy Smoke' is their debut album.

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