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Falling Back to Earth
04:58
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It's the hook on the line, got me quiet by design, got me wondering: which way the wind blows?
It's the catch in the rye, got me scratching my eye, got me wondering: how to kill this fever?
And it's a no good claim I stake, it's a fools run: go until it breaks
It's the heat of the day, got me weak in every way, got me wondering: how to amend our trespass?
It's the promise of the night, I'll indulge just to alight in the moonshine: I'll find a silver line
Cause it's a no good claim I stake, it's a fools run: go until it breaks
Crawling back in the dirt, close enough just ain't enough to kill our fever or fill this emptiness
it's the questioning mind got me begging for a sign got me wondering where the hell the time goes
And it's a no good claim I stake, it's a fools run: go until it breaks
it's a no good case I plead, it's a fools run: go until it bleeds
Spinning out in broad daylight, it will come as no surprise but I'm still wondering: how it's all so temporized?
Looking back and looking up, the idea that we could stop leaves me laughing til I'm doubled over
Cause it's a no good claim we stake, it's a fools run: go until it breaks
it's a no good case we plead, it's a fools run: go until it bleeds
Falling back to earth
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Volvelle
03:51
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It's a spell, it's a loop, by the troops of my marching thoughts
Views are blocked, notion stuck in the muck behind my marching thoughts
Heels are high in the air for the troops of my marching thoughts
And by dawn I am a pawn, I'll follow right behind
In circle upon circle upon circle upon circle
It's a trick of the bell in the hope that all be well
Vacant eyes can't disguise the knowing that I feel so well
This charade takes a hold in the wake of my marching thoughts
I am apart of the play, on display I could never break away
I want someone to kick me to the ground
I am bound to the sound, hear the call of my marching thoughts
My heels are high in the air, don't see how I could ever step aside
To derail from this curve to no vail : here's my marching thoughts
It's a pyre of my own rules, even though I hardly ever knew the game
In circle upon circle upon circle upon circle
I want someone to kick me to the ground
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3. |
The Dam
03:53
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Part of me can't wait to see this levy break, can't have this lake all to myself
And I wander aimlessly in the morning, it brightens by the minute
I would keep you in my own private jail, then we'll never have to see the shoreline flooded like this
Part of you will wash away, when gravity exclaims you: can't have this lake all to yourself
Then we wander aimlessly in the morning, it brightens by the minute
I could keep you in my own private jail, then we'll never have to see the shoreline flooded like this
All included, still colluding, merchandizing my admission
All excluded, still protruding, mesmerizing bodies floating
Some of us will rise above these murky waters, they can't have this lake all to themselves
Then we wander aimlessly in the morning, it brightens by the minute
I could keep you in my own private jail, then we'll never have to see the shoreline flooded like this
All included, still colluding, merchandizing my admission
All excluded, still protruding, mesmerizing bodies floating
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Hallucinating
03:23
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Passing in the morning with the fog still on the ground
Slowly in the evening while the particles hang round
Transfer every corner with the hope that we'll collide
Harboring a wish for our worlds to coincide
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Round the town we roam there is nothing to withhold
Just a flicker bright and true until the morning
Up and down the halls and the gathering of calls
We've breached the line of promising control
Follow me home I have nothing truth be told
But there is a fire roaring to keep us warm
If you think that I'm alright running circles through the night
then I will gladly come and take and pour that poison out
Cause all there is, is this desire to make you see how I feel when I walk away from you
It's a bright, bright light when you wake and nothing's right
You know you've lost the kind of love that kept you sane
It's a false, false pride to say your hand has none to hide
It's giving in so close to giving up
It's a wide wide web that we've cast upon ourselves
We're narrowing the points that we can hold
If you think that I'm alright running circles through the night
then I will gladly come and take and pour that poison out
Now all there is, is this desire to make you see how I feel when I walk away from you
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Mercy
04:01
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What to do in the fall when the papered leaves crawl
And the thought of our death seems so dreamy
What to do with our time turning round and upside down,
That's the space in-between that we've inherited
Have no mercy when it calls you, leave this place without regret
What to do with the heart the it beats you apart
And the calm that we've known has but vanished
What to do with the fear that we're grasping in thin air,
To hold a grief that fades so very easily
Have no mercy when it calls you, leave this place without regret
What to do int the spring, when the trees shoot again
And the taste of their hope is effervescent
What to do with our demand that time be still,
For us to hold and grasp a moment it will not linger
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