Songtexte BATTLE - Loney Dear

Hold no surprises, nothing in disguise
The prospects of support was looking grim
A complicated game of holding back the line
Where do you belong, north of none?
I try to trace the pieces back, into the old, as I recall
I hold to you, have no surprises
Battle, battle, battle. Suppose, suppose

Now what if at the bottom of the music, in the hollow of the harmonies
The flume, the halls, the cavaliers
The navies in the water locks between
The strangest little memories of I hold you
A horse in tin, of I hold you. Of I hold you, a horse

Hardly nothing left to save or to protect
A far more horrid way of going down
I try to flip the board around
To find the missing rooks and kings, no silence now
Bridge the gap, patch the memories
I sense and those I should forget I say
I hold to you, I hold to you, hold to you
Neapolitans, neapolitans, neapolitans and all their seas
Battle, battle, battle. Suppose, suppose
Now what if at the bottom of the music
In the hollow of the harmonies
The room, the hall, the fool in the mirror and the folks at sea
Suppose suppose
Have no surprises, no new endings now
The fool, the hall, the mirror and the gaze
Have no surprises, nothing in disguise

Hold surprises, nothing in disguise
A complicated game of holding back
I try to trace the pieces back. Into the old as I recall
Hold no surprises, nothing in disguise
The prospects of support was looking grim
A complicated game of holding back
Where do you belong, north of none?
Bridge the gap, patch the memories
Now what if at the bottom of the sea
Have no surprises, no new endings now
The fool, the hall, the mirror and the gaze
Have no surprises, no disguises now
The room the hall the mirror and the gaze
Now what if at the bottom of the music
Hold no surprises, nothing in disguise