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The Killing Kind
03:17
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I swear that if I hear one more remark about the weather
Exasperation might block out that sun forever
I'm losing it, used to sit right behind my eyes
These days I smile a dead man's smile
This routine is the killing kind
Every day I grow eight hours less alive
And what's the use in money for a life of loveless work?
I'd be a happy girl upon my own, upon the dirt
Sometimes I find myself losing heart
Just think of those around me, never had it from the start
I speak with the sky, it says remember you're alive
You're alive
Swear I'm surrounded by vampires
My heart beats louder than most
And they don't laugh or live like us
I swear I'm surrounded by ghosts
Sometimes I find myself losing heart
Just think of those around me, never had it from the start
I speak with the sky, it says remember you're alive
You're alive
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Riverbed
02:27
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I apologise to my old friends, never did stay in touch
I apologise to those new friends who never really knew who I was
I am not weary from my travels, I'm weary from my lack of thereof
One whole lifetime down in writing, just to end up written off
But somewhere, there's a riverbed
And I'm just dying to get my sleep
Somewhere there's a riverbed
Been patiently waiting for me
Oh Virginia, I do thank you
I'll make sure you get the credit for my pockets filled with stones
And Sylvia, I do beg you
Be waiting if I manage to break through the depths below
'cause somewhere, there's a riverbed
And I'm just dying to get my sleep
Oh somewhere, there's a riverbed
Been patiently waiting for me
Somewhere there's a riverbed
And I'm just dying to get my rest
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Oceans of Old
03:38
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Well I feel those oceans of old dragging me down
And the tides, though predictable, are strong
And the dark that I've fought for so long
It gathers me up, and it makes me it's own
Well that ghost takes the form of an increased gravital force
Some days I can't pull myself from my bed, or my feet from the earth, or those thoughts from my head
that say you are not worth
you're an insignificant bundle of cells in this world
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But I love so passionately, all those bundles of cells around me
That stand up as rocks in those oceans of old
That stand up as rocks in that sea
We may be blue, but we're pure
I may be fucked, but I'm yours
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Still I feel those oceans of old dragging me down
And the tides, though predictable, are strong
And the dark that I've fought for so long
It gathers me up and it makes me it own
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4. |
Part I & II
07:57
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In the shadow of the mountain, there's a town
Where the people live their lives like it's no trouble at all
There's a trail between the trees, goes right down to the dock
And I wish that you would lead me there and leave me there to rot
There's a trail between the trees, goes right down to the dock
And I wish that you would lead me there and leave me there to rot
And man is just a scar upon the hillside, but we'll be gone the moment that you close your eyes
But the sting of the wind on your skin, and the salt in the air, they'll be there
There's a trail between the trees, goes right down to the dock
And I wish that you would lead me there and leave me there to rot
There's a trail between the trees, goes right down to the dock
And I wish that you would lead me there and leave me there to rot
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The mountain bears do sleep so deeply, nothing worth their wake
I envy them, my ribs a cage for sparrow's anxious ways
Dormant in the daylight, but fighters in the dark
My bird, my heart
I think back
How we'd stand, hand in hand, waiting for the insect's call
Spring has come, and she has come to save us all
With a glow through the trees, where their hearts and their wings beat
In the air, thick with heat
Now centuries have gone, and still I lie upon the seafloor
But fishermen have taken all the beasts, oh what a bore
I allow myself to wash upon the beach, with sunken ships
To find the owls and woods and wolves grow only now beneath my ribs
I recall
How we'd fight to survive, barely breathing under ice
The sun would struggle to the sky, against the smothering of night
Winter's daughter, through and through
My heart swelled with Northern pride
Now centuries have gone, and still I lie upon the seafloor
But fishermen have taken all the beasts, oh what a bore
I allow myself to wash upon the beach, with sunken ships
To find the owls and woods and wolves grow only now beneath my ribs
There's a trail between the trees, goes right down to the dock
And I wish that you would lead me there and leave me there to rot
There's a trail between the trees, goes right down to the dock
And I wish that you would lead me there and leave me there to rot
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