1. |
Fading
03:46
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She said she loved me
How could I follow up
She didn't know yet
But I'd already had enough
Her words are empty
You know they stab like a knife
I don't know
I don't know
Where it comes from
But everyday she seems to grow
So fine
And I
Think I'll have to walk out again
It's bringing me down
And were fading out
It's bringing me down
Can't climb out
Two weeks of waiting
For a time to work it all out
Wait on an answer
That'll bring me to the end
Her eyes are piercing
And I cry for recompense
Should I go
I don't know
Why my hands are cold
Or if she'll show
In time
And I
Think I'll have to walk on out my friend
It's bringing me down
And were fading out
It's bringing me down
Can't climb out
But I'll miss you
Much more than you know
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2. |
Portrait
04:01
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It's cold in your room at night
The walls so blank and white
Scrub till they're clean again
It leaves me when I'm down
Yeah they'll come and they'll go
Yet I don't know what's cold
From it comes the soundscape
The art is the escape
Step and the floor creaks
Echoes never stop repeat
The doors are frozen shut
Key turns and I trust
I come in through the back
It's warmer inside
Yeah they'll come and they'll go
Yet I don't know what's cold
From it comes the soundscape
The art is the escape
Yeah they'll come and they'll go
Yet I don't know what's cold
I tend to try to reshape
The art is the escape
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3. |
Crusoe
05:08
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Turn walk away
Try another day
It's never as it seems
My friend
Patch up the holes
There's lines to unroll
Hid up inside
My head
Your friends they never really know
If you need somewhere
You know where to go
You turn your eyes blind
The others take their time
And you just can't say no
But they can't see the lines
Or the fallen trees
Still I don't know
Maybe it's time to go
Margaret's got a date
Boy she can't wait
Seventeen and feeling clean
Again
Never does she seem
To care to keep it green
She peels it all away again
She's waiting on a call
Doesn't know if she can take the fall
You turn your eyes blind
The others take their time
And you just can't say no
But they can't see the lines
Or the fallen trees
Still I don't know
Maybe it's time to go
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4. |
Dinner
00:42
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5. |
Mist
03:32
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Hurry along boy, there's no time for sentiment
Put your head down and work it
No time for love, no relaxation
The flowers grow but I sit still
I don't know where to go
I don't know, I don't know
I don't know where to go
I don't know, I don't know
But in the end, your love ran dry
You thought the rest were fools, just for smelling flowers
But now they've wilted, and the fools are dead
And I'm still stuck, dead in my head
They don't know, they don't know
They don't know, they don't know
They don't know, they don't know
I don't know where to go
I don't know, I don't know
I don't know where to go
I don't know, I don't know
Could I die with the rest
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