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Drifting
02:29
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We've been drifting and I know why
It's clear my dear that something's died
I've seen the past and future tied
I've watched the mechanisms sigh
I havent slept for long in days
Been counting every single way
I have a melancholy bed
I have a buzzing in my head
My thoughts are trying to get away
Im full of things I cannot say
My dreams are all about decay
I'm acting like old friends with pain
I do not think that time exists
I'm running circles in the mist
I'm feeling blurry as of late
like light that rain is giving weight
I havent slept for long in days
Been counting every single way
My dreams are all about decay
I'm acting like old friends with pain
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2. |
Fettered
01:55
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I am sinking
down down down
lens is shrinking
with no sound
Ive been drinking
screaming nouns
between my blinking
perfect frowns
Fruitless gestures
in the dark
sadness festers
cold and stark
I had better
tie my shoes
tho Im fettered
tired and blue
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3. |
The one
01:11
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the one that I love
is a fading idea
she is backing away
and becoming less clear
I am holding myself
lest I throw out my arms
I am tearing in half
and she is no longer charmed
the one that I love
leaves a trail of growth
I could find her again
with the spark in us both
but she laid in the bricks
to keep it closed and gone
it is still smoldering
tho the air has grown wan
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4. |
1's and 2's
02:48
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I see 1's and 2's
aging in the blue
I see me and you
some things just aren't true
swimming in my shoes
diving down for clues
glinting in the mud
buried by the flood
muted pumping blood
bubbles dancing up
(air I let go of
blurry sun above)
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5. |
Caught in the ways
04:48
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gaunt, and tall
with eyes so still
from his mouth
smoke curled up
caught in the ways
prodded and goaded
buildings of air
before him exploded
paled by time
lined, and ledgered
left a trail
of skin behind
caught in the ways
prodded and goaded
buildings of air
before him exploded
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6. |
City
05:19
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There's a city in my head
the streets are cobbled and their dead
there are windows on the walls
that you cant see through at all
There's a door that's boarded shut
It is green and roughly cut
There's a whistle in the air
I have plaster in my hair
There is sadness in my chest
It's determined not to rest
Buildings lean to hear me pass
I see them in shards of glass
I am gathering my books
stacking them to take a look
Climb the pile against the wall
Out the window ashes fall
I am scouring with my eyes
I see something from afar
through the cities murky guise
a figure climbing over cars
In a window theres a face
he is wet and has no coat
I am quickening my pace
I can feel my insides float
I cant see a way inside
I lean out to look straight down
Rent the silence with my cries
I cannot make any sound
Beat my fists upon the stone
I no longer feel alone
I keep yelling till I'm hoarse
when I sit the ground is coarse
She is staring at my eyes
in my stomach knots are tied
There's a city in my head
the streets are cobbled and their dead
there are windows on the walls
that you cant see through at all
There's a door that's boarded shut
It is green and roughly cut
There's a whistle in the air
I have plaster in my hair
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7. |
Tired
02:15
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The night smelt old,
and clung like algae.
He weaved beneath the street lamps,
careful not to brush the light.
All his motions through the dark
left their trail which slowly died;
whispers in the hollow theatre,
memories that never were.
She was in an old car
cutting through the stillness
looking for an answer
with the radio dial
stars were in a frenzy
milky way was shining
corners she was burning
with the whip of the wheel
I am tired of wanting
I am tired of speaking
I am tired of wanting
I am tired of speaking
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8. |
Moss
02:07
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Sun seems a bit late today
me and the birds are awake
gradient so slow to change
see all its spectacular range
Smoke from the furnace is soft
particles drifting aloft
sifting through ancient ideas
nothing seems terribly clear
I cant be the same way I was
change has grown slowly like moss
I can try to scrape away
but it wont be there again
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