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Flight
04:31
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At the bottom of the lake I will bury my mistake
Silver needles thread the bank, burning brains all softly sank
In the ferns there lay entangled
Severed smiles and memories mangled
Summoning a trepidation
To this old and sovereign nation
In the shadow
In the valley
In the mountains where my father was a young man
If your mind's playing tricks on you
Don't be afraid
If your eyes are playing tricks on you
Don't be afraid
If no one's playing tricks on you
Don't be afraid
Sleep is ready for to take, there is nothing but to wake
I have everywhere to thank, write the Autumn mornings blank
Spirit, I have found a treasure
Perfect comfort in great measure
Thirty days is too long waiting
Anxious and anticipating
In the shadow
In the valley
In the mountains where my father was a young man
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2. |
Something's Wrong
04:01
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Shot out of a cannon
Don't you feel like you are drowning?
Leaden lungs all filled up
Best make peace with your surroundings
When I get back
Will I tell you what I've learned?
Could I even if I tried?
An ever-frantic pace
A perjured sense of place
In every waning day
The scrim gets ripped away
It won't make a difference,
Not this bit of sonic violence
Dig your heels in firmly
Or just acquiesce in silence
But when I get back
You can have all that I've earned
I don't need it
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3. |
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Don't disappear while I'm anchored here
Don't lose your nerve now
I'm dying for something to happen
The New England coast plays parasite and host
There's always something that once made its home where you're standing
Flying over the Atlantic
Teeming traveler, where do you go to?
Sea of black, all the rocks are tilting
In my mind you're beneath the waves
I saw your eyes that day
Green as the field where we lay
I saw your eyes that day
Green as the field where we lay
I saw your
I saw your
I saw your eyes that day
You were a phase
Fierce and fervent and fleeting as a hurricane
Flying over the Atlantic
Teeming traveler, where do you go to?
Sea of black, all the rocks are tilting
In my mind you're beneath the waves
Something silently stalks the Baltic
Caught halfway in a soft migration
Seven days to create a planet
We'll work faster than God's own hands
I saw your eyes that day
Green as the field where we lay
I saw your eyes that day
Green as the field where we lay
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Deserter
03:31
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Trudging through the desert
You know you're a fool to be out here on your own
What spell you must be under
On a walkabout so cruel through desperate parts unknown
Those boundless empty plains
Of faithlessness and spite
With no end in sight
I won't leave you here
An ocean of malaise
And we've both got the bends
This feeling never ends
I have to go
But you don't ever think about what's beneath your feet
Ancient causeways sanded down like cashmere on concrete
Daguerreotypes hang on the wall
A pleasant silence from the hall
Maybe it was real after all
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Tired
02:46
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The winter started dying with a Southerly breeze
The scratches on your elbows and the scrapes on my knees
I was hibernating somewhere up in the stacks
Maybe I could learn to relax
But it's long, so long
And I have never been so tired
Exhaustion of a life well spent
In days of constant movement
The narrative was ending, we were running apart
Circumstances turning so cold and bizarre
A fictional addiction and some time spent alone
Time to find a place of my own
Sleeping in the hedges on the side of the road
I just wanted you to come home
But it's wrong, so wrong
And I have never been so tired
Exhaustion of a life well spent
In days of constant movement
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