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Elephants
04:14
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Rocking chairs in the attic dusty
concrete walls grow baby's breath
somebody stole my welcome rug
I know stones and moss can't grow legs
You prove nothing by running
you prove nothing
Are you a sheep in wolves' clothing
are you asleep?
Nobody's got to tell me it's alright to be weak
has no one told you so?
I won't come out of the attic dusty
I only know what I've made up
I won't come out of the attic dusty
Who
Are you,
are you real?
Since I only know what I've made up
I guess I don't know you
Are you real?
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2. |
Permanent Companion
03:31
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I'm a thorn in your side
you're a scar on mine
We can blame it on distance or
we can blame it on time
Blame it on
Everything
Everything on time
I'll think no more of how
or if you held me right
eternal spot of sun
and swirling fiber dust
breaking through to my
lackluster chamber
With an intermittent
Singing of
My lips in
your ear
I'm a rock in your shoe
You're the soul of mine
We can blame it on indifference
or time
I'm a photo in your drawer
you're the glint in my eye
we can blame it on resistance or time
I'll think no more of how
or if you held me right
eternal spot of sun
and swirling fiber dust
breaking through to my
lackluster chamber
I'm a rock in your shoe
you're the soul of mine
we can blame it on distance
or
we can blame
we can blame it
we can blame it on time
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I'm sick of waiting 'round for my maker
I'm sick of waiting 'round for some man
I'm sick of waiting 'round for my maker
I'm sick of waiting 'round for some man
Man
My baby's fragile like these hands of feathered aching
I've not nothing but the wind
I like it gentile but when he's so hands off,
I get nervous
I've only got the wind
And I treat him like
a Fever,
a fever.
I'm sick of hearing your good intentions
I'm sick of hearing how you might change
I'm sick of hearing your good intentions
I'm sick of hearing how you might change
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4. |
The Hill
03:38
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Try to hide these flags
they keep climbing up
up and up and up
Garish and sweaty
100 knotted snakes
writhing round and round
Delicate as crystal
in my hand
hard as diamonds to your heel
Keep trying to pull them down
they'll just keep on rising up
Keep trying to pull them down,
they'll just keep on rising up
At the top of the night before the descent
as if nothing sticks
throw back the sheets
reveal faultless skin
if only we were a picture
you could reconfigure
you might reconsider
Let drop
the white curtain
raised in surrender
empty your hands
as if nothing matters
at last
your shoulders are tensed and strong
I'm a burden and a song
my eyes closed when your back turned
and opened just to see you gone
Nocturne darkness fades to none
before I've slept it's all done
you've seen me grow to hate the dawn
At the top of the night
before the descent
as if nothing sticks
throw back the sheets
reveal faultless skin
if only we were a picture
you could reconfigure
you might reconsider.
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icicles, icicles
Shattering, shattering
Hit the ground, make a sound like little bells, little bells
I have a friend who tells me that we are all one big mind
If I look inside I might find, I might find
Little thoughts built up
People wanting different things
Icicles, Icicles,
Shattering, shattering
Hit the ground, breaking down
Heat becomes the water
I've seen a man screaming out
"This fever will take and rise
and in time we'll all find the self inside surrounded by"
Little thoughts built up
People wanting different things
all the same to me
Little thoughts built up
People wanting different things
all the same to me.
Icicles, Icicles
Shattering, shattering
Hit the ground make a sound like little bells, little bells
Icicles, Icicles
Shattering, Shattering
Hit the ground breaking down
heat becomes the water
You are an arrow
A straight line
you are an arrow
A straight line
You are an arrow
A straight line
You might need a target
A clear sign
One face on a thousand different suits
Standing shoulder to shoulder in a circle
On an altar
Standing tall and shouting down
Trying to convince me
That each is new and different
Planets pulling in and out
Not so random
Not so sacred.
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