Becky Kilsby Lyrics

Always on a suitcase schedule
Never quite unpacked
Wrapped around with data chains		
Running for the next plane 					

Between endings and beginnings
On the brink of liminality
Neither there not here
Mid-air, mid-way, missed years			

Let’s sink into a lingering lunch
Cool clink of rosé, bees drone
In the Lost Gardens of Heligan
Toes in the cool grass, coming home

Between endings and beginnings
On the brink of liminality
Neither there not here
Mid-air, mid-way, missed years

Time to pause and let those roots grow
Take it home
Time to decompress, unwind
Stay a while, take it home
Time to taste each season
Slow as grapes ripening on the vine
Make it home

Shelve the sky scanner app
Fold the sprint and suits away
It’s time for a better reason
To wake at dawn each day

Time to pause and let those roots grow
Take it home
Time to decompress, unwind
Stay a while, take it home
Time to taste each season
Slow as grapes ripening on the vine
Make it home
Take it home
Take it home



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* This lyric was Commended in the 2024 UK Song Writing Contest *