1. |
The Knife's Edge
03:52
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The past stings and holds like a thorny bur,
Things that were clear before now begin to blur
I can recall what I can and ramble on about it but
What do I care, anyway?
Let the rain rap the window and the door
Don’t bother– leave the refuse on the floor
Let the mouse scurry past
What do I care, anyway?
Let the stone fall off the ledge
Lose balance on the knife’s edge
Leave the blood stain on the sheets
What do I care, anyway?
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2. |
All the Right Sounds
04:22
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We sing songs when we give up listening to silence
We find things when we are not looking
No, yes, I'm wrong, you're right, you're right, you're right
No, yes, it ain't gray, it's black and white, black and white
All of our mistakes will chase us down
What we forced when we could not wait
To make the right sounds
All of our escapes left and lost and found
What choices we could not make
Flesh sold by the pound
We let go of dreams as we grow cynical
We build big walls– fancy ourselves kings
No, yes, please let’s not fight, not fight, not fight
No, yes, this whole day has been one long endless night
All of our mistakes will chase us down
What we forced when we could not wait
To make the right sounds
All of our escapes left and lost and found
What choices we could not make
Flesh sold by the pound
(We let go of dreams as we grow cynical)
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3. |
Pennies
04:16
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I found a penny in the couch
Beneath the dirt, crumbs and hair
Held the coin in my hands
My sweat licked by frosty air
Whose tendrils graze my neck
Like how the copper’s glare reflects
And every hair stands erect
Everywhere it's there and won’t let me forget
Death and I met like most:
As strangers, anxious about
First impressions,
Fragile and vulnerable.
Vulnerable.
In time
We'd find
Ourselves as acquaintances,
Eventually
Old friends,
And maybe then lovers;
Someone I could lose myself in.
I could lose myself in
Someone I could lose myself in
I could lose myself in
I could lose myself
Lose myself
Again
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4. |
Anything at All
06:17
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I'll sit at the water's edge
Kicking a wave
As if it meant anything
Anything at all
I'll kill you with kindness
But will it be repaid?
Does anything I say
Mean anything?
Does anything I say
Mean anything at all?
Does anything I say
Mean anything at all?
You can fight me all that you want
We can say nasty things
We can take each other's words
And have them rearranged
Does that do anything
Does that do anything at all?
Does that do anything
Does that do any good for us at all?
Maybe I'll let this slide
Maybe I can let this go
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5. |
Lost
05:35
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It’s a cruel feeling
Knowing you’re lost
Whatever cairns
You’ve left behind are gone
And I’ve taken joy
In wandering
But now caught
Comfort in giving up
Well, we’ve been many miles now
Our smiles replaced by furrowed brows
And it’s screaming inside my soul
The only thing that’s whole
What’s beating in my heart
And what’s ripping it apart
I’ve never been so lost
And I've never been this sure of it
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6. |
Ninety-Five
05:11
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I can just make out your face
In the moonlit dark
The ocean waves and grazing wind
Are your only remarks
I can hear the whole world falling apart
I could suffocate in a cigarette cloud
I could drink myself to death
I could find some man to help me out
And he could carve in me regret
I can see your resignation and I can only speculate:
Oh, whatever may have been wrought
On medians of 95
Where rival winds pick up the thoughts beside?
Oh, what mess has been brought
In the car tonight?
What have I sought? What home will I find?
I can hear the creaking wood
The loudest lock and key
But it’s all awfully quiet now
As sun pours through the leaves
I can hear every joke and every cry from afar
I can tell just by your face
Reflected off the road
This moment could go on forever
But I think we both know
I can wait here forever. I can wait and wait and wait...
Oh, whatever will be wrought
On medians of 95
Where rival winds pick up the thoughts beside?
Oh, what mess has been brought
In the car tonight?
What have I sought? What home will I find?
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7. |
Open Blinds
05:10
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Once I thought about a rocking train
Going back and forth again, again, again
Can all of this one’s self on a string
Tied taught between two estranged things sing
Loud enough, right enough, strong enough– no
There’s something in the air today
A sinking feeling that just won’t go away
Pain comes in waves once again
I’m not gonna let it win
Open blinds I’m letting the sunshine in
I’m not gonna let it win
Once I found myself in the crowd
I found myself and I was tangled up in doubt
Can all of this one’s heart on a sleeve
Bleed enough to please and appease
Love enough, care enough, know enough to know
There’s something in the air today
A sinking feeling that just won’t go away
Pain comes in waves once again
I’m not gonna let it win
Open blinds I’m letting the sunshine in
I’m not gonna let it win
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