Uploaded March 2025 | Updated September 2026, 3 weeks ago

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Taken from the album 'From Newman Street' out 2nd May on Loose.

Buy album: fanlink.tv/fromnewmanstreet

Walking through the airport
With no money I can spend
I had two weeks to be at home
And now I’m out again
And your guarantees won’t cover what you lost
It’s just money, it’s just time, it’s what it costs
10,000 and still owing while my feet don’t touch the floor
They said to get a second job, one that pays me more
Two months of selling out most of the shows
I’d sure like to see where all that money goes

Miscommunication
They want you to think
You think too much
You think too much

I moved down to New Orleans
Thinking love would reappear
But people tell you everything
but what you wanna hear
You relied on fixated company
Now you’re drowning in your egos gluttony
So you trade those double white lines
For moments you can fill
With new ideas and promises
And pain you never feel
There's confusion in the comfort that it brings
Still your hoping they just like the way you sing

Disassociation
They want you to think
You think too much
You think too much
You think too much

You try not to remember the way love would feel
When giving it to someone, it’s part of you they steal
The way he moves it unfolds me like a flower
In the music of the sunlights final hour
May your heart become a tin box
Where your cigarettes are stored
You can hand them out to passerby’s
And greet them at your door
Like an angel with an eye for wounded souls
You collect their haunted faces for your home

Misassociation
Was all that they could say
You think too much
You think too much
You think too much