1. |
A Comforting White Void
04:22
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What I hope for, and what I see.
What I cause, and what I heal.
What I craft, and what I destroy.
What I change, and what I deny.
When you smile, and when you cry.
What will be there when I die?
What I see, and what I hope is really there.
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2. |
Spiders
03:16
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There's a spider in my head.
He is spinning as many webs as he can manage.
There's a spider in my room.
He's cleaning up after you,
and he's doing all that he can manage.
Stuck, tied, tangled.
The spider in my head?
He is hanging by a thread,
overwhelmed by all the choices.
The spider in my room?
He is clinging on to you,
afraid of all the clutter.
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3. |
Dream #3
03:39
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You see, I keep having these dreams,
that we tried to escape out at sea.
We met on a slow-burning planet,
in an empty part of town.
Desperate to leave behind
the ash and trees collapsing.
The lights and sounds have stopped,
and no one goes indoors.
Time runs on batteries,
and money starts a fire.
Don't tell me that's what I'll find when I wake up.
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4. |
Albatross
04:35
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You can't exist alone.
You need someone to love,
or someone to loathe.
You watch from high above,
just wait!
The ledge will crumble.
You think you're some kind of dove.
All your heroes do wrong.
Some crawl in the dark.
Others fight for a throne.
You watch from high above, just wait!
The ledge will crumble.
You think you're some kind of dove,
but an arrow will find your wing.
Then you'll be someone's albatross to sing.
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5. |
Laundromatic
03:28
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Water pooling in between
the cracked tiles in my dreams.
The machine drones underneath.
Let the time flow on,
this is where I belong.
Dust and blank white surfaces.
Branding faded, unimportant.
The weather’s fine, leave the door open.
Let the time flow on,
this is where I belong.
That’s a voice that’s nice to hear.
No reservations and nothing to fear,
and my thoughts have never been so clear.
I’m standing at the edge,
of the place where things end at.
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6. |
Learning
03:32
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I can see for miles,
and everything is beautiful.
I can see through your eyes.
There’s nowhere else to go.
The weight is never gone.
But I will learn to carry it.
The dark is by my side,
but I will go where the light shines brightest.
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Each face could be yours.
If only I could know how
to not be so on edge.
A cliff of panic.
The planet's flattened in my mind.
Stay in my condemned corner,
my solace-lacking quarters.
Where you'll never tread,
but I'll always wait with dread.
Tear it out.
Tear it out?
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8. |
Guide
06:57
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I can never find my way around these days,
but that's alright, you'll be there as my guide.
And I can never see past the gray in the all the trees,
but that's alright, you've always had the better eyes.
I swear the ocean never fades.
It's our one safe escape.
They say the wind and water's saved,
it's the last untainted place.
I can't find a way to tell you we've gone nowhere,
but the current's pushed us back to shore more times than I can count.
I don't believe in signs but reality's the same.
We have to land, the ocean's thrown us back.
I swore the ocean wouldn't fade.
That shelter's lost to fate.
They didn't mention waves of gray,
and that the sea still betrays.
I can never find my way around these days,
but that's alright, you'll be there as my guide.
And I can never see past the gray in all the trees,
but that's alright, you'll be there as my guide.
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9. |
Turn Back
05:02
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I have seen what I should have been.
I know how far I’ve fallen short.
I will tear it out of my soul,
and burn it from within.
Soon you'll know it all.
No turning back.
Nothing is out of reach.
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10. |
Moss
03:04
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i want
to be the moss
grounded
but drifting in
the current
but i feel
like the bricks
weighed down
and out of place
i want
to be the moss
grounded
but drifting in
the current
but i feel
like the bricks
weighed down
and out of place
i want
to be the moss
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