1. |
Sunday
01:54
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Sunday
there's soil under
my fingernails
it's Sunday
and no one is around
there's blood on my knees
been climbing trees
just to escape from you
just to escape from you
there's soil under
my fingernails
it's Sunday
it's Sunday
and no one is around
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2. |
toast
03:12
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toast
lying in my bed
tv and toast
watching the sun
cross my three windows
you're on the phone
this isn't good for anyone
Jesus he just left
after he put me in his hands
don't believe a word
he has said
we'll hang him from the judas tree
if i could scratch the black
and leave a blank canvas
if i were a painter
i could try again
to bring it back
we're like toast
hey you know
we're like toast
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3. |
wintersong
02:50
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wish there was something here
that would help to melt the ice
slowly and feel once again
the birds are flying together now
and my mother she calls me up
to tell me the geese are flying low
a prayer for snow
pointing to cold
just like an arrow
and i will have another dream
one of those where you can fly
and wake up in the darkest hour
still missing you
this is my wintersong
something to
something to wing it's way to you
and guess what i do
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4. |
in bed
05:01
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my love
swans neck
wake up in the morning
with moths on the ceiling
and woodlouse in my bed
my world snakes heart
cold and tiny
touch can be deceiving
and your words to me are dead
traced with your finger
anything that moved in the sky
can you taste the burning field
of my perfect life
my smile
pirates smile
will i wake up and hold you beauty
in my hand
just a while
for a while
and i will go to bed
with birds ringing in my ears
ringing in my ears
singing in my ears
and spiders in my bed
in my bed
in my bed
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5. |
volcano
03:40
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volcano
there is a volcano
and there is an ocean waiting for you
to dive in
to swim in
and you are free
you are free
there is a volcano
and there is an ocean waiting for you
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6. |
Chapman's Pool
04:48
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Chapman's Pool
if I could
I would run
far from you
far from view
sometimes
I wonder
why you look at me that way
when you look at me and say
"don't look for me you wont find me"
and still i wonder
where are you now
are you ok?
are you alright?
still i wonder
why look at me that way
when you looked at me and said
"don't look for me you wont find me i belong to the mountains and the deep blue sea"
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