Mark Mulholland | Singer Songwriter, Glasgow, Berlin, Paris...

Lyrics

The Devil on the Stairs

Slip Through my Hands

sometimes you can’t quite see
what you have until you’ve thrown it away
I poured my days away like so many grains of sand
and I let you slip through my hands

somewhere we got lost
we got our signals crossed
and just like the snow that melts back into the land
I let you slip through my hands

the last light fades away
on yet another winter’s day
and my mind takes me back to where it all began
and how I let you slip through my hands

now as I watch your tears
rolling back the years
one thing that I will never understand
is how I let you slip through my hands

On the Road that Brought me Here

I’ve been meaning to write to you
I know that’s nothing new
I was never the best correspondent
come to mention it, though, neither were you

but sometimes it just gets so hard
to make sense of it all
if I knew where you were living now
then maybe I would give you a call

it seems like it’s been far too long
since we shared a bottle of wine
and talked until the morning
about what was on our minds
you’ve seen all my changes
and I’ve watched all of yours
we took so many steps together
on the road that brought me here

and I remember all the journeys
hitching lifts and jumping trains
or sheltering in doorways
trying to keep out of the rain

you can’t live like that forever
t least I don’t plan to try
but I can’t help feeling restless
when the sun is shining and I see the cars go by

Another Place, Another Face

another place, another face to haunt my dreams
everything is different, but nothing changes it seems
streetlights stare into the darkened room
silence duels with the guitar, dawn will be breaking soon
breaking soon

last rays of summer, lying in the long grass
look down from the mountain, watching the time pass
watching the time pass

I hear a voice and in my mind’s eye I see a smile
chasing shadows, playing Canute just for a while
just for a while

Drowning

everybody tells me what goes up must come down
it’s a shame it doesn’t seem to work the other way around
I feel myself sinking, try to shout but there’s no sound
if I don’t get some air soon, I think I’m going to drown

I just keep on swimming, but I never reach the other side
just try to keep myself afloat until a change of tide
get my head above the water every now and then
but before I can draw a breath, the waves crash down again

help me I’m drowning, the water’s closing over me
help me, I’m drowning, and I’m drifting out to sea
help me, I’m drowning, the waves are crashing over me
help me, I’m drowning, won’t you come and rescue me

everybody tells me what goes up must come down
it’s just a shame it doesn’t seem to work the other way around
I feel myself sinking, try to shout but there’s no sound
if I don’t get some air soon, I think I’m going to drown

Kaleidoscope

you see everything so clearly when you’re falling through the air
wondering if anyone will catch you, wondering if anyone will care
a kaleidoscope of faces spinning through my mind
a scattered trail of broken pieces of what I have left behind

there’s no point in feeling bitter
or regretting what’s been done
don’t stand in the shadows
if you want to feel the sun

the future’s stretching out before us like an empty page
this is not the time to sit around and build ourselves a cage
things that had been standing still start to move at last
I was looking through a window, now I’m stepping through the glass

there’s no point in feeling bitter
or regretting what’s been done
don’t stand in the shadows
if you want to feel the sun

I was lost and found, tied and bound
but now I’ve been set free
and thanks to you for cutting through
the bonds that were holding me

there’s no point in feeling bitter
or regretting what’s been done
don’t stand in the shadows
if you want to feel the sun

4' in the morning

well it’s 4 o’clock in the morning
and I still can’t get to sleep
I left my mind in a whisky bottle
some time last week

my poor brain is exploding
it’s getting beyond a joke
it’s too confusing
I think I need a smoke

snatches of conversation
running round my brain
too many questions
they’re driving me insane

going round in circles
where will it all end
back to the beginning
it’s time to start again

The Devil on the Stairs

I see your face as you watched me
through the window of the train
as it slowly pulled away and left me standing
and I walked home in the rain
and I see your smile
and the sadness and the laughter in your eyes

we walked down by the ocean
and watched the colours of the sunset fade
let our thoughts drift on the evening breeze
and mingle with the crashing of the waves
then you jumped over the fire
to chase all our troubles far away

but then a shadow came across your face
like a storm that had just blown in from the sea
it seemed like you could see forever
and forever was looking pretty bleak
and the moonlight was reflected
in the tear that was running down your cheek

you were running through the darkness
and waking up crying in your sleep
and you found you’d lost so many things
you realised you wanted to keep
there’s something in this city
that seems to drag some people in too deep

and I can picture a little girl
in a red dress in a doorway standing there
rushing through the darkness
that is full of things that lurk and make you scared
trying to reach her bedroom
before she meets the devil on the stairs

now you’re picking up the pieces
in another city far away from here
and that old devil’s still around
creeping in the darkness of your fears
but he ain’t going to touch you
if you turn around you’ll make him disappear

Hands of a Clock

I’m going round in circles
like the hands of a clock
whenever one door opens
another one is locked
when I think I’ve found a ladder
I find I’m sliding down a snake
I think I’m walking on the water until the ice begins to break

and everything is inside out
back to front and upside down
I’ve been falling for so long
I guess I must have hit the ground

when everything is perfect
there’s always something that’s not quite right
when I get up in the morning
it’s the middle of the night
for each bridge I get over
there are two more to be crossed
when I find what I was looking for
then something else is lost

and everything is inside out
back to front and upside down
I’ve been falling for so long
I guess I must have hit the ground

and whenever I improve things
I just seem to make them worse
when I think I’m going forwards
it’s just the world going in reverse
when I think I see the future
I find I’ve slipped into the past
when I think I’ve found the answer
I’ve forgotten what I asked

and everything is inside out
back to front and upside down
I’ve been falling for so long
I guess I must have hit the ground

Don't Want to Hear you Laugh

I saw your picture the other day
it brought you back into my mind
and I thought about the times that I spent with you
not so far behind
how we parted one summer morning
left everything up in the air
how I got on a bus, watched you walking away
and we pretended that we didn’t care

but I don’t want to hear you laugh
and I don’t want to see you smile
and I don’t want to see the light in your eyes
for a little while

now you’re with somebody else
so am I from time to time
and some day it’ll be just another memory
of somewhere along the line
and I wish you all the best
you couldn’t make a better choice
but I’m glad I’m far away from the place where you are
and the sound of your voice

because I don’t want to hear you laugh
and I don’t want to see you smile
and I don’t want to see the light in your eyes
for a little while

I hope that you don’t take offence
at what I’m saying in this song
and I don’t suppose I’ll keep feeling this way
for all that long
and I’ll see you again some day
when all this has slipped into the past
and we’ll laugh and we’ll sing and get drunk and fall down
when a little more time has past

but I don’t want to hear you laugh
and I don’t want to see you smile
and I don’t want to see the light in your eyes
for a little while

Night Train

I’ll take a night train to the border
I’m gonna sleep until the dawn
I’ll take a night train to the border
I’m gonna sleep until the dawn
you’re gonna wake up in the morning
and you’re gonna find out that I’m gone

I’ll take a night train to the border
when the sky is inky black
I’ll take a night train to the border
when the sky is inky black
as I hear those wheels a rolling
I don’t know if I’m ever coming back

I’ll take a night train to the border
I’m gonna hear those engines roar
I’ll take a night train to the border
I’m gonna hear those engines roar
I’m gonna hear that whistle blowing
just like so many times before

When it's Over

the dark street is silent now
my footsteps are the only sound
I see a shadow, turn around
but there is no-one waiting there
I guess somehow I’ll find my way
and tomorrow brings another day
but the echoes of what slipped away
are still hanging in the air

but when it’s over
it’s time to let it go
and turn to face the space
that’s left behind
and all the memories
that melt away like snow
and leave no other trace
that you can find

and the morning sheds it’s cold, grey light
on the fragments of a sleepless night
and the scattered remnants of what might
have been but now is gone
and there are corners full of creeping doubts
and fears that keep on leaping out
and life slips by like a passing cloud
on a winter afternoon

but when it’s over
it’s time to let it go
and turn to face the space
that’s left behind
and all the memories
that melt away like snow
and leave no other trace
that you can find

Taking a Taxi (sweet surprise)

started drinking in the afternoon
and I was bouncing off the walls pretty soon
and before too long I didn’t give a shit at all
well the day went on and the bottles fell
where I was headed ain’t too hard to tell
but I didn’t think there’d be anyone to break my fall

you said, ”I’m taking a taxi,
it might be going your way
or we could go to my place
and maybe you’d like to stay
we could stop at the all-night garage
pick up a bottle on the way
and we can sleep or we can
talk the night away”

sometimes it seems too much to hope
that when you’re drowning, you’ll get thrown a rope
but when it happens, it’s such a sweet surprise
that night you took me by the hand
and led me back onto dry land
and I remember as I look into your eyes

how you said, ”I’m taking a taxi,
it might be going your way
or we could go to my place
and maybe you’d like to stay
we could stop at the all-night garage
pick up a bottle on the way
and we can sleep or we can
talk the night away

and now I’m sitting here on my own
musing on how the dice get thrown
and wondering when I’ll see you again
and a cold, sweet sadness fills the room
like the strains of a melancholy tune
and I get to thinking back to when