1. |
Candles pt. 2
03:08
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open the door
don’t be upset things have changed
let em burn a little longer
then we’ll blow them out again
then we can blow them out
sing your little fight song
set all of your sights on your own kind
grab your holy roman candle
then we can throw you out again
then we can show you out
or we can burn it down
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2. |
Dogear
03:02
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i went away for a minute or more you said
“It’ll take a long time”
broke into your lover’s car last night
it wasn’t the first time
take your time forget
how i let you down
fake your smile i bet
the bar’s creeping down
outt on your interstate
i’ll have to bend or break
the way you look, feelings flooding back now
the words it took to fill the hollow spaces
i’m not looking back again
at that dogeared paperpack we read
i’m not looking back now
you shook me, somehow
i'm not looking
save it for how
you’re looking
take your time to regret
how I let you down
make your mind up you said
the cars breaking down
out on my interstate
out on your interstate
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3. |
Sibylline
02:47
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black cloud, splintered in how she thinks
big sky, he doesn’t know how be
“you’re buying a lot, but are you gonna wear them?”
it never stops, it’s heaven in a paper bag
why shine so sibylline when you think in between
a deadfall, looming and tall like a wreck
you lived here so long how are you gonna make it?
sell off your car and tell em how you broke it off
it's on my mind (better wake up)
i think you cut it little too much
sibylline
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4. |
Father's Son
02:39
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i’m my father’s son
and you’re running away from your mother
i’m not coming home
listen to the opinions of her
in the street so wide
i just wanna feel alive under a real sky
under a real sky
another look inside
and we’ll let go
of the right ones
and we’ll sift unbridled
with the lights on
after all, how can i forget?
i’m my father’s son
timshel, could i change if i wanted?
cycles swallowed whole
these things we can harvest in summer
a new way to die; alive under a real sky
when we curse what we want to
under a real sky
and we’ll let go of the right ones
we’ll sift unbridled with the lights on
will you tell me if you make it?
could you feel this love or fake it?
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5. |
Workhorse
05:10
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wake up, made it another morning
pour the coffee don’t you want a little more?
do you want a little more?
I want a little more
when we bought this land
the fields were fertile and
we were just waiting
for the gate keep to let us in
like I wanted; like you wanted
you said, “It’s not about the money”
but I’ll bet money
dont make me your workhorse
it's hot out in the sun
this yokes getting heavy
am i the only one
the furrows are deep and
my shoulders are getting strong
but when i come home
i see everyone has gone
now look at all we’ve made
we made it for ourselves
and oh what a waste
the rotting rosebud
“i can’t imagine someone doing something like that”
i can’t imagine
someone cut it down to rot
to rot
so make me your workhorse
we’re all out in the sun
this yokes getting heavy but i’m not the only one
burned all the weeds and pulled them by ton
are you having fun?
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6. |
Traffic Light
01:15
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i sit at the traffic light
where i drive my car almost every night
the rest are speeding by
where will i begin with the sunrise?
i need a little more time
for the red light to change my mind
For the red light to change my mind
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7. |
Your Runner's High
02:08
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i’m the one you want
he gets off clean
you always miss the mark;
the listlessness of your light
pick up your pearls
untie your furls
i’m waiting for the day
sum the world world up in a phrase
make it like you want
just like your runner’s high
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8. |
Heavydown
03:38
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did you forget
the way you talked then
it’s a sore spot,
“they weren’t so innocent”
world on your shoulders
you had a bang up year
when you get older
will it help you to make things real?
does it bring you down?
he says its heavy
but he wants to hold it over his head
he always tells me
that dream is probably dead
you’re a slow learner
that might change and maybe not
in your fervor
your blood it runs a bit too hot
does it weigh you down?
it’s heavy down here
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9. |
On the Porch
05:19
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we sat on the porch again
looking out at the neighbors house
as they’re watching their tv
you said it was the perfect length
to figure it all out
did you figure it all out?
now when i’m sitting alone
am i better off?
look at your phone
then turn and scoff
cracked blue paint
chipped just like our hearts
as we drove across the country
when things all went south
we came home early then
saw you at the post office
made me feel different how
do you feel different now?
we smoked our last cigarette
i know it’s something i won't regret
we took it in to the filter until the end
five years slide down the drain
and i sweep off the porch off again
so empty;
is that drain so empty?
and now that you’re on your own
you got your other half
was it something to hold?
or just something to have
i’m sick of thinking about it
the way i wanted it to stay
back when it started we thought we were so lucky
it’s not lucky
now i sit on the porch again
and look at the street lights through rain
wonder what they look like where you are
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10. |
Left On
03:26
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maybe i am
another light left on
while youre cleaning your garden
you burn the weeds
maybe i can
pull myself out of
the hole that you caved in
and wipe my feet
far along, i listen softly to
what the cumbersome took from you
its creeping over
you’re seeping over
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