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Hideaway
03:22
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Sometimes I feel right at home.
But when I don’t, it takes all I’ve got
to find a high I don’t rely upon
Float along the roads where you hide away
Save all the memories you want
Carry on, bury all the messages, but don’t pull away when you go
Sometimes I try to play the part
But then I start to question the differences between who we are
Float along the roads where you hide away
Save all the memories you want
Carry on, bury all the messages, but don’t pull away when you go
Sometimes I feel alone in a crowded room
Float along the roads where you hide away
Save all the memories you want
Carry on, bury all the messages, but don’t pull away when you go
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Dragging Soul
03:56
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I feel content enough to pace back and forth around in any room
to stagger my feet from moving forward towards anywhere at all.
Delaying the truth
Dragging my days across the floor
I've lost that which defines me and I can’t be found
You shutter at the thought of who I am when you’re not around
The future’s left behind me, now I can’t back down
You shutter at the thought of who I am when you’re not around
We’ve grown contemptuous. It’s true.
Running down the fleeting hours
from separate rooms
Sitting with myself inside a coffee shop,
the seventh day this week
But I’ll be home soon,
Dragging both my feet in through the door
I've lost that which defines me and I can’t be found
You shutter at the thought of who I am when you’re not around
The future’s left behind me, now I can’t back down
You shutter at the thought of who I am when you’re not around
I feel content enough
Counting down
the ticking clock
The talking stops
The silence doesn’t cease
I've lost that which defines me and I can’t be found
You shutter at the thought of who I am when you’re not around
The future’s left behind me, now I can’t back down
You shutter at the thought of who I am when you’re not around
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Lost Year
05:27
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Winters tune, constantly changing key.
A crescent moon illuminates the ending.
Never you mind, you see
the weight of this dichotomy
of the way that things ought to be between us.
Some day soon, one of us is leaving
Is it really worth what we’re fighting for,
waking with your head on the floor?
Retrace the lines that have made this divide.
These new pieces we can’t quite align.
Beating our hearts half to death
Look at what we have become
Pick up the pieces you left
Go back to where you started from
Winters tune, stuck on repeat
Now it’s June, our bodies still freezing
Is it really worth what we’re fighting for,
waking with your head on the floor?
We tell little lies to ourselves every night.
These new pieces we can’t...
Beating our hearts half to death
Look at what we have become
Pick up the pieces you left
Go back to where you started from
Somehow I’m alive to tell
I’m alive to tell
Pick up the pieces you left
Go back to where you started from
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4. |
Womb of a Wounded Host
03:03
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Transmission interrupting an evening with a pretty ghost.
A premature beauty clawing the womb of its wounded host.
And I thought the worst of it was over. Is it over.
And I’ve learned the desperate will seek compromise
When that light has all but died,
will you find a flicker of something else inside.
I awaken to a blinding light and sordid aroma.
Mirroring these blank pale walls, I induce my daily coma.
And I thought the hurt was finally over. Is it over.
And I’ve learned the desperate will seek compromise.
When that light has all but died,
will you find a flicker of something else inside.
Inside your aching heart, your faith is slipping.
You miss feeling alive, instead of empty.
When that light has all but died,
will you find a flicker of something else inside.
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5. |
Sleep Therapy
03:02
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My anxiety is keeping me awake, and I am desperate to display a facade of security, as a means to incite a dream of convenient solution, one imagined, rooted in a fantasy where suffering alleviates
I’m sweating in my sleep because I question if I’m worth it to the company I keep.
Well I’m sorry for who I was, but maybe it’s who I am after all. This is who I am after all.
My greatest fear is paradoxical, as they all are.
It is one of immediacy, and yet seamlessly correlated with forever.
And I’m afraid of today. When I slip to sleep, was it a waste?
Is this just space to fill a song, or is this me? It is something in between.
I’m sweating in my sleep because I question if I’m worth it to the company I keep.
Well I’m sorry for who I was, but maybe it’s who I am after all. This is who I am after all.
And I’m afraid of today. When I slip to sleep, was it a waste?
Is this just space to fill a song, or is this me? It is something in between.
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To the times we were dancing, at that spot just beyond the pines.
18 years not fit to align with the immortal sting of the moonlight
Did I bury you in the quarry twisted in the tangled cars?
You're still with me wherever I go. I wear you in every scar.
Peel my burning skin. Spirits sing "whoa".
Mark me for all my sins. I'm alone.
I'm comatose. I'm caught between life and death, and every day is a fight for my soul.
My mind keeps playing the same scene where my demons laugh and taunt me. I never thought I would give in to these ghosts I don't believe.
Peel my burning skin. Spirits sing "whoa".
Mark me for all my sins. I'm alone.
I was hoping I could call this coffin my only home. It's the only space I want to grow.
We laid to rest the dreams that you will never know and the children you'll never hold.
We'll never know.
And in that moment it hit me, and I remembered everything you said that night. I made it out alive while the life left your eyes. No goodbye.
Peel my burning skin. Spirits sing "whoa".
Call me for what I am. I'm alone. I am alone.
I was hoping I could call this coma my only home. It's the only place I've come to know.
We laid to rest the dreams that you will never know and the children you'll never hold.
We'll never know.
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7. |
Legs (Acoustic Version)
03:45
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Come around as you are / like a sad slow song on the radio / conflicted and charming / Soft lips / legs twitch / in your car / You put a Deftones song on the radio / and slip out of your clothes / You're talking to strangers / and walking on razors / You block out the entrance from the inside / You're calling on danger / Your touch growing stranger / You block out the entrance from the inside / Just come around as you were / like a sad slow song on the radio / Who's short on whose leash / and why's it feel so right / when you block out restraint / and you stay tonight / Stay tonight / (from the inside) / You're talking to strangers / and walking on razors / You block out the entrance from the inside / You're calling on danger / Your touch growing stranger / You block out the entrance from the inside / You're talking to strangers / (from the inside) / You're talking to strangers / and walking on razors / You block out the entrance from the inside / You're calling on danger / My little martyr / my savior / You block out the entrance from the inside
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Why did you have to die? You left me broken and alone with a long life.
How could you watch me fall to pieces?
If you don't know who you are at this point, find yourself something to lose.
If you don't know who you were before, disengage, start anew.
How could you watch me crumble? Over my faith did I slip and stumble.
How could you watch me claw the skin right off my bones?
If you don't know who you are at this point, find yourself something to lose.
If you don't know who you were before, disengage, start anew.
I watched you fall to pieces, again and again.
I won't let you die without a fight.
If you don't know who you are at this point, find yourself something to lose.
If you don't know who you were before, disengage, start anew.
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Born into half of a body, desperate to be realigned. 8 limbs, 2 tongues, redefining false design.
Separation magnetizing a reunion of golden souls. Reassembled at hip and mouth, dispel your demons, welcome home.
Every day that you spent searching for the womb of your rebirth.
Preserving every sacred organ just to show her what she's worth.
Exhaling all of the darkness dissipates
Beauty personifies, dead dreams animate.
Defeated from the moment she came.
Now we're sound and safe, you're the one I'll follow.
Locked hands til our old age, and never letting go.
I'll bring you back to life. You're not alone. Comfort in love is sheltered inside.
I keep reaching for a way out when the love is not enough.
I've been dancing in the dark for far too long.
My tongue is yet to tire from her first name.
Infinite desire, come for my last name.
Defeated from the moment she came.
Now we're sound.
I'll bring you back to life. You're not alone. Comfort in love is sheltered inside.
I keep reaching for a way out when the love is not enough.
I've been dancing in the dark for far too long. I've been hanging on a heart when I'm not strong.
I've been dancing in the dark for far too long.
All my love, can you feel it?
I'll bring you back to life. You're not alone. Comfort in love is sheltered inside.
I keep reaching for a way out when the love is not enough.
I've been dancing in the dark for far too long. I've been hanging on a heart when I'm not strong.
I've been dancing in the dark for far too long.
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So long my only friend / Hello to another new beginning / that I don't want to begin again / I can't come down / There is nothing left for us to sing about / You come on over and set me free / In my own head / I find my escape / All is so clear / but it is so much better here / with you my dear / There is nothing left for us to sing about (but what lies ahead) / You come on over and set me free / You just come on over and over / I've loved nothing more / I worry all the time / I miss my old ways / in creative isolation / but everyday you save me / Of all the things that I have loved well / I have loved you better / You come on over and set me free / You just come on over and over / I've loved nothing more
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