1. |
Wallis
03:07
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Wake up sit and listen
Wake up sit and listen
I call from a distance, believe in my existence, I bleed
And call me wise because of how I think
Leave me blind in these empty streets
So listen here, because there's only one God who can trust me
And if life brings this sensation then cut it up and let it burn
Because I have nothing to learn
Such a soft pretty thing
The sweetness in her veins
Waits for you by the doorway
Her touch so far away
Wake up sit and listen
Wake up sit and listen
I call from a distance, believe in my existence, I bleed
Can you feel it
Lips so soothing
Brings you closer
Can you feel it
Can you feel it
Lips so soothing
Brings you closer
Can you feel it
WAKE UP
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2. |
Twanfather
00:14
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Venice
02:35
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I saw her singing softly, her mothers song, her foreign words that grabbed my heart and tugged so hard
A Venice bond, a spill of blood, I love her stare the smell of dread, I wish that I could taste it one more time
But I'm done, I create this lie and fall asleep, just send me one more ticket home
Now that all is said I lift her up, her dress is there, a silhouette, just beyond the city line
I WISH I KNEW
WHERE YOU'VE BEEN
WHERE YOU'VE BEEN
Her face feels like the ocean
Her head rolls by the sea
And I don't even miss her, her fearless face and bleeding heart, the final act of tragedy
Her face feels like the ocean
Now I lay here
Her head next to mine
The sun will rise
Our Queen with a missing eye
Her face feels like the ocean
Her head rolls by the sea
And I don't even miss her, her fearless face and bleeding heart, the final act of tragedy
Her face feels like the ocean
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4. |
Hermit
02:35
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Feeling better
Still think I'm sick
My rainy ways
I'm bored again
I carve my name in
How do I spell again
And when I lay here
In peace again
Because I'm shameless
No pain involved
I lay there naked
I paint the walls
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5. |
Henry Played with Fire
03:33
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He rode down the hill to the bridge
As the heat towered over the place he lived
they say he was around all summer
so I think about the time
When he played
With fire
Just to wonder
If his skin would burn
And mom would play the notes to her will
And dad would clean his blood off the floor
They say he felt down all summer
So I think about the time
When he played
With fire
Just to think of all the absences in life
They flushed him down, his soul was still alive
To run away, to walk on down the line
On fire
The ghosts will still breathe in the rain
The boy will still arrive someday
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