In "White Leather," Ciarán wrestles with the weight of success, money, and mistrust, where comfort has brought new anxieties rather than peace. The repeated plea to be spoken to as if absence would be unbearable suggests a craving for loyalty and intensity that words alone cannot prove. The white leather becomes a fragile symbol of status and self-respect, something pristine that careless or disloyal people threaten to stain. Beneath the bravado about fast driving and pressure, there is a guarded exhaustion, a demand for proof of love and allegiance before anyone gets close.
White Leather Lyrics by Ciarán
If you’re talking the hardest
Never thought as an artist
These days would be the hardest
And you’d miss the ones where you’re starving, starving
Relieve pressure when I’m laughing
And I drive fast, make her car-sick
And I walk fast ’cause I’m cautious
Money sick, make a man nauseous
Big stresser, stay vex, no pressure
Yeah, you’re riding with a big stepper
Riding with a big stepper
Talk to me like talk ain’t enough
Talk to me like leaving’s the hardest
Talk to me like you can’t get enough
Talk to me like without you’s the darkest
Talk to me like I’ll never get enough
Talk to me like death till I’m parting
Talk to me like he’s not your darg
Talk to me like dearly departed
When the check come, do you get stressed?
When the rent come, will you get blessed?
If a questions asked you just guess
Yeah, some folk never get rest
Yeah
Make a mess
When the tech come out, make a mess
Pester my dogs and get pressured
No stresser
No stresser
No stresser
If you come through, keep the drinks away from the leather
When you look back do you see heaven?
Do your lies make sense when you tell ’em?
Tell the guys you brought to the section
Don’t flick ash on the white leather
Don’t flick ash on the white leather
Don’t flick ash on my white leather
If your palm gets sweaty on the weapon
Better stay back, you’re not my brother
Better stay back, you are not my brother
