Quesnel Lyrics & Chords By The Blenheim Street Project

The future won’t look like the past: the latter’s glow fades into black. This Indian summer that we have, as lovely as it is, won’t last. I’ve seen the possibilities for the...read more

You make it up to take apart. No matter what, sometimes you hate your art. You love her like you love your work: she makes you happy when she doesn’t make you hurt. And so, you...read more

Foxtrot. Dance around the room. I gotcha, and babe you got me too. What are we doing, Honey? Wake up. Open up the blinds. The sun’s out, let it in your eyes. We could be happy,...read more

Light spills through Venetian blinds onto my skin and into my eyes, and I wake up from a lovely dream to a cold bed and the sound of the street, and the used mug on the counter says...read more

Remember me I'm the boy who you held down Wondered why, when you see Your thoughts are onto me Out of sight I don't mind what you're doing All the people...read more