| Song | Don't Wanna Let You Down |
| Artist | Josh Pyke |
| Album | Chimney's Afire |
| Incalculably | |
| We shift in our bones | |
| At our seams | |
| We’re not what we were | |
| Nor are we what we’re going to be | |
| So where does that leave us right now | |
| Except gloriously unaware of how this will turn out | |
| I’ll be careful with you | |
| If you leave your light on for me | |
| My wandering heart | |
| Is freer in your proximity | |
| And if you can’t rely on me | |
| Then that makes me exactly half the man | |
| That I’d like to be | |
| And I don’t wanna let you down | |
| No I don’t wanna let you down | |
| So I’m gonna buy you a house and a dog | |
| And I’ll try to stick around / we’re gonna settle down | |
| Sometimes I fear | |
| We are all but corks on the sea | |
| Sinking by increments | |
| Or pulled by invisible tides constantly | |
| But, if our minds can be made up things | |
| Then that’s what separates us | |
| From that frightening entropy | |
| And I’ve tried empathy | |
| Some crows get the better of me | |
| With my eyes to the sky | |
| Sometimes I feel like flying from here | |
| But I’d walk on broken glass | |
| Just to hold onto some sense | |
| Of my own certainty | |
| Hold your moments | |
| Keep them in your pockets now | |
| When it’s the hours | |
| That begin to feel like years |
| Incalculably | |
| We shift in our bones | |
| At our seams | |
| We' re not what we were | |
| Nor are we what we' re going to be | |
| So where does that leave us right now | |
| Except gloriously unaware of how this will turn out | |
| I' ll be careful with you | |
| If you leave your light on for me | |
| My wandering heart | |
| Is freer in your proximity | |
| And if you can' t rely on me | |
| Then that makes me exactly half the man | |
| That I' d like to be | |
| And I don' t wanna let you down | |
| No I don' t wanna let you down | |
| So I' m gonna buy you a house and a dog | |
| And I' ll try to stick around we' re gonna settle down | |
| Sometimes I fear | |
| We are all but corks on the sea | |
| Sinking by increments | |
| Or pulled by invisible tides constantly | |
| But, if our minds can be made up things | |
| Then that' s what separates us | |
| From that frightening entropy | |
| And I' ve tried empathy | |
| Some crows get the better of me | |
| With my eyes to the sky | |
| Sometimes I feel like flying from here | |
| But I' d walk on broken glass | |
| Just to hold onto some sense | |
| Of my own certainty | |
| Hold your moments | |
| Keep them in your pockets now | |
| When it' s the hours | |
| That begin to feel like years |