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02:45
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Must this dark picture be my destiny?
In your penned note, I hear my own voice call…
The windows turn to mirrors at night-fall,
As I act scenes from your blind prophecy.
In your penned note, I hear my own voice call –
The woman you were, I will one day be.
As I act scenes from your blind prophecy,
I watch my life drip slowly down the wall:
The woman you were, I will one day be.
Here, in your last words, you describe it all –
I watch my life drip slowly down the wall;
I grope to salvage what is left of me.
Here in your last words you describe it all.
Must this dark picture be my destiny?
I grope to salvage what is left of me…
The windows turn to mirrors at night-fall.
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2. |
cirrus
03:39
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I wonder what part of the sun my heart came from
it doesn't seem to want to burn for anyone
oh no! i pushed a button!
and now everything is gone, it's gone...
I guess I'll see you some other time
I wonder what part of the sun my mind came from
it seems to overanalyze for fun
oh no! I pushed a button!
and now everything is gone, it's gone...
I guess I'll see you some other time
I loved you way too much.
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3. |
the kiss
01:33
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the sky was ours
to paint shades of black
we knew it'd hurt
to try and go back
from where these hearts
were forged in flame
somewhere in time
where this kiss remained
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4. |
the batholith
05:04
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5. |
haunt you in your sleep
03:50
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come back to me
i know you hurt
come back to me
my angelic fire
i know you tried to run
but your legs just gave out
we'll melt the walls with our sound
we'll shut down the entire grid
i'll haunt you in your sleep
come back to me
you know it hurts
come back to me
my viral antidote
i know you tried to cry
but your nerve endings wilted away
we melted the walls with our sound
we shut down the entire grid
we broke open every bone we found
and drank the marrow to rid us of our sins
i will haunt you in your sleep
come back to me, my little dandelion
...my little dandelion
(???)
tonight we melted the walls with our sound
we shut down the entire grid
we broke open every bone we found
and drank the marrow to cleans our hearts
of our sins...
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6. |
the universe is us
03:18
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We floated
through the cool,
black
paradise of the stars.
We kissed underneath
the light
of the meteorites.
We kissed amongst dreaming
nebulae.
We kissed along the shadows
of the moon.
I loved you.
We floated
through the cool
black
paradise of love.
We walked
amidst the
aching, violent
turmoil of Earth.
You held my hand
through darkness
I could not explain.
You held my hand
when I cried for Paradise.
I loved you.
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7. |
when we were kids
03:01
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when we were kids // we knew the score
and it was always in our favor
when we were kids // when we were bored
we would count the dots on the ceiling
we had all the time in the world
when each day bled into the next
i will cherish them always
when we were kids // we couldn't imagine
how the world would feel without our parents around
and as we grew up // it slowly dawned on us
that what we had was not attainable again
let's not regret those foolish games we played
we were kids and it seemed logical then
what little the pictures can tell us now
is all we'll have as the memories decay
i will cherish you always
i always pretended i was asleep...
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8. |
hikaru
04:05
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i don't quite understand what's going on
but i'm sure, in time, it'll come to me...
...i don't read enough about current events...
but i'm sure, in time, it'll clear itself up...
we'll spend our time look out for each other
and leave the rest of the world to drown itself
all those times, i bled
and the clouds are beginning to rotate
that always signifies some sort of change
whatever hours we wasted counting raindrops
could have been spent fixing all the holes
and i don't read enough about current events...
but i'm sure, in time, it'll work itself out
we'll count all the bodies
and shake the floor loose, shake the floor loose
watch them all just slide between the cracks
making wet sounds as they fall underneath
it can be our own little asia
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9. |
robins
01:51
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beads of dew sliding down your window
the robins have returned to let love in
as i'm sure you're all aware
this will be winter's swan song
the dead leaves and rotting bodies
will reanimate
and dance with you
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snowflakes
02:51
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I measured love by any success
it's harder now that you're gone, i must confess
but still, i can't wait for everything
to align itself with me
and give up the sanctity
of the ambience
i don't get it; why must we collect memories
as if we'll gain any sense from their complexities
every little sound i make is questioned and explored
as if there's something to gain from pretending you're bored
but still, i can't wait until today
to realize that it's okay
and give up the holiday
i made up in my brain
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12. |
the law of finite age
02:55
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oh my friends, how could i have abandoned you
i made you up and then disengaged
i've lost control of that part of my brain
disconnected from my synapse to your heart
oh my friends, you never even stood a chance
against logic and law of finite age
(i'll see you in my dreams...)
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13. |
mount st helens
04:56
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we were just killing time / just learning how to swim
not sure what you were waiting for / hanging around with him
come now
you can't
be serious…
somehow
he'd play
mysterious…
and you'd fall for it…
and i'm getting too old to care who made what move
i can't keep shifting tectonic plates whenever it conveniences you
i'm sorry you're unfamiliar / with the world i've come to love
you lack the innate ability / to grasp the concepts it's made of
come now
you can't
just ignore it all…
somehow
you have to
come to terms…
and let it all go…
i'm getting too old to care about mistakes so small
i can't keep repaving mountainsides to prove i was there at all
my arms are starting to get tired
treading this frigid water...
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