You walked a mile around it just to peek inside it,
In the centre of your web there's room for an island.
As soon as you spied it you just jumped inside it,
And ever since then it's been autopilot.
You never feared, you never feared its magic.
Slipped through the gears, slipped through the gears,
Now its automatic.
You said you couldn't hide it caught up in this climate,
And every little bug gets stuck on the island.
Said you couldn't fight it, but have you ever tried it?
How could you let a spider make you part of its diet?
But you disappeared, you disappeared, like magic.
Down through the years, down through the years,
You're tragic, Automatic.
released July 3, 2016
Donnchadh Egan on vocals and acoustic guitar
John Crowther on electric guitar
Keith Cooke on drums
Fiachra Robinson on cello
Kenneth Murphy on bass
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