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The Wind and the Echo
04:31
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oh there was never time enough
though we spent years on end in love
in sheltered moments that we shared
in the home that we made
and even when our lives were strained there was one thing that remained
and even when i am far across borders you will always be my home
i'll be floating like wind on the ocean
i'll hear the echoes of your voice
and all the world is spinning fast
and our bricks and mortar never lasts
and with every half life that we pass
we are further away
but even when our lives are strained there will be one thing that remains
and even when i am far across borders you will always be my home
i'll be floating like wind on the ocean
i'll hear the echoes of your voice
though i may travel far i will never be gone
you will always be my home
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2. |
Broadest Akimbo
04:51
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hang me on your wall
i don't belong to anyone at all
and hang me on your wall
i can't be seen by anybody else
sometimes i don't believe in anything at all
in anything at all
in anything at all
so hang me on your wall
lay me by the sea
and i will hide when you wake from your sleep
face me to the east
and i'll be gone when daylight reaches me
sometimes i don't believe in anything at all
in anything at all
in anything at all
so hang me on your wall
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Murmurs
04:36
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night wasn't cold in your eyes
though the moon hung so low and so bright
and the stars were so faint and so sparse and so far in the sky
and the spark that you lit in the dark
as it flickered and glowed in your arms
was a glance of the truth on a wound as we both fell apart
so please don't turn away hold on to me
because i'm already lost like the murmurs in your thoughts
so i drew words like lines in the sand
but the prose turned to scars on my hands
and the tide wouldn't churn wouldn't turn to the path that we planned
so please don't turn away hold on to me
because i'm already lost like the murmurs in your thoughts
so please don't turn away hold on to me
because i'm already lost like the murmurs in your thoughts
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4. |
Punxsutawney Lullaby
03:57
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if i were a seer of visions of futures
i'd still leave them up to fate
because i know tomorrow is fickle and hollow
and it always comes to late
so i'll leave roses at your feet
their fading colours will grow weak
and we've got so much more
of the winter left to go
the crowd has grown quiet their voices are dying
the winter cold has chased them home
but i keep their stories their pictures reminders
of a past that's never gone
so i'll leave roses at your feet
their fading colours will grow weak
and we've got so much more
of the winter left to go
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5. |
Pretty
03:34
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pretty is a way of feeling caught up in the motions of you
caught up in the world you hold so dear
with all that i could take for granted every little seed you planted
every time you whispered in my ear
and i'm not so pretty though i know it's easy to pretend that i am you
pretty is a severed feeling a disconnected state of being
caught up in the world that others see
with every imperfection shining every light reflected blinding
every whisper growing to a din
and i'm not so pretty though i know it's easy to pretend that i am you
and i'm not so pretty though it seemed so easy to pretend that i am you
oh and i guess i'll never know i guess i'll never be as pretty as you seem
pretty is a way of feeling caught up in the motions of you
caught up in a world you hold so dear
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6. |
Sing me to Sleep
04:47
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i've squandered all my decembers
as leaves were falling from the trees
and i awoke in a sea of delusion
that soaked all the insights of my dreams
so lay me to bed
and sing me to sleep
until the morning erases me
and drown in your dreams
and empty your thoughts
and make me a memory
because by the daybreak that's all i will be
the dust turns to ash in my footsteps
the sidewalks are cracking and crossing my path
the coffers i carry are running on empty
the portraits i've painted have faded to black
so lay me to bed
and sing me to sleep
until the morning erases me
and drown in your dreams
and empty your thoughts
and make me a memory
because by the daybreak that's all i will be
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7. |
Sleight of Hand
04:41
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well you break me down so easily
and you crack the walls here surrounding me
and i'm so exposed and so incomplete
in the naked truth you so clearly see
and this sleight of hand is my only defense and you know
that this sleight of hand is my only defense from you
and if you should break in through my walls i wouldn't know what to do
what to do
well you have no doubt i'll be back again
so you ruin me because you know you can
and i'm suffering but i'll never learn
how to keep you out when you want back in
and this sleight of hand is my only defense and you know
that this sleight of hand is my only defense from you
and if you should break in through my walls i wouldn't know what to do
what to do
... and this sleight of hand ...
... and this sleight of hand ...
and i've wondered how much more now i can take
until i bleed to death from all the wounds you've made
but if you would care to make a few more i'd always let you back in
let you back in
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when you were young you took my hand
you knew the days were slipping fast
with purple dusks they stole away
and took all that we tried to grasp
and i will paint my love all the colours of the sky
but it's a white white wine that i cry
and it's a white white wine that i cry
that i cry
a glowing thread will trace my path
as i look backwards on the crash
the pale blue light of the dust reborn
will signal out new life has come
and i will paint my love all the colours of the sky
but it's a white white wine that i cry
and it's a white white wine that i cry
that i cry
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Tobias the Owl Seattle, Washington
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