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Autumn
01:32
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Why don't we sit next to the fire?
It's cold outside
and I'm losing myself.
Empty words,
that blow in the breeze
drifting letters.
Why should I feel so ashamed
for losing myself.
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2. |
Across The Hallway
03:15
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I'll build my walls up just to tear them down.
All I've got left is a pocket full of tricks
and a swiss army knife that won't seem to find out-
Enough of these wild hallucinations!
Well I guess I'll just walk around town,
See your name on every sign,
See your face in city lights,
(Watch and learn)
What I'll never be
(Toss and turn)
I hear your voice inside me
If I don't breathe, I'll fall fast asleep.
I'll go back in time to erase the lines dividing
providing itself the means of a miracle
on new years eve you shout across the hallway
lets celebrate alone, I don't love you anymore
All I've got left is a pocket full of a tricks
and a swiss army knife that won't seem to find out
where I've gone, or what I've done, or where I'm going
with this gun.
Pollock!
Paint with my brains on the wall!
Now that I'm gone, now that I'm gone
Where are those answers you've been searching for?
All I've got left is a pocket full of a tricks
and a swiss army knife that won't seem to find out
where I've gone, or what I've done,
or where I'm going with this gun.
While I see memories
a breeze does find me,
hanging softly
around my neck.
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3. |
Whisper In The Desert
04:00
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Come dear friend and dance with me.
We'll mimic clouds under this desert sea.
And then you'll breathe,
A new curse lines your teeth.
Our only escape is atop stonewall peak
A whisper guides me
Home. Where we would never sleep.
See through the walls you've built
Red bricks, rabbit hole
So follow me down.
We'll repeat our mistakes again
You'll tell me lies that rewind time
Don't apologize.
Chase your ghosts wherever they may go
Camp with skulls in the gulch below
And scribe every note on my bones
Cause even if I rest right here
Can I hear one? Or will you sing of disaster?
Or secrets of the rain?
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4. |
Articulation Of Love
03:42
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Beautiful sun
I'll wait until these cherry blossoms bloom
Blossoms bloom
Your scent, Of mint upon these sheets
Please stay with me
To make this spring
The season of dreams
Follow me to dreamland
Where we absorb our traits and
Meld in one another's eyes
Cause you and I are fucked up tonight
You're gonna set me on fire
hearts beating faster
You're gonna set me free
like a bird floating on a breeze
You're like a drug yeah, take me higher
Conjoint our hands
While we lay on clouds
and stare in the
Beautiful sun
I'll wait until these cherry blossoms bloom
Blossoms bloom
Your scent, Of mint upon these sheets
Please stay with me
To make this spring
The season of dreams
You only get one chance honey
show me how to make you mine
I'll always love that smile
I'll never forget it
only here for the moment
even has the daylight breaks
wondering how we got here
wondering where we're going
I'm just wondering
I just want to
know if I'll let you down
and who'll be there ready to catch you
ready to catch you
on your way out
Leave,
You'll leave behind
All the gems we kept
underneath the sand
You'll Whisper
A ghost beyond the grave
sweet nothings
calling my name
hallucinations
follow me home.
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