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Closing
02:50
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Pack up your winter coat, it can't shield you from this chill
Make space for those broken wings, they may carry you further still
The light from your monitor casts shadows on the floor
But I don't think you're prepared my dear
For closing the door
You're asking me fruitless questions like who? and why? and when?
But those answers will find you in your means and then your end
you should be asking: who can I trust?
Where do I go when I'm all but lost?
And maybe then you'll see that I'm longing to be free
Our worlds are so different now, all you seem to know is fear
Of endings and new things and beauty and loss
And now we're finally here
The better days behind us are dancing in your eyes
But all you seem to see now is what you're glad you left behind
Hours on buses and cold walking home
Face for one minute that now we're alone
Long nights and lost fights and tears on the stairs
Whispers and screaming 'cause it's just not fair
Pretend for one minute that you might just care
And maybe then you'll see
Twilight on a Friday night is empty once again
Now there's no more children left, we give up and go back in
Your faded, broken headlights cast shadows on the floor
And I don't think you're prepared my dear for closing the door
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2. |
I'm Okay
04:20
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Sepia toned handshakes
Fields made of pollen and dew
Dear old answers to brand new questions
On another rainy day in June
The river's flowing below us
Catching tears from the clouds above
Do they cry 'cause they're lonely?
Or do they find some solace in the folly of human love
I'm slipping, I'm falling, you're holding, I'm smiling, you're laughing, they're calling, the world is in slow-mo
And what do you say when you're walking away?
No forgiving, no living, I could have just said no
I don't remember it right, I always said I'd put up a fight
But I guess I'm calling home to talk about my day
And I must remember it wrong, I don't need your empty words of wisdom
But I guess I'm calling home and saying I'm okay
I'm okay
There's a knocking at the window
There's a calling out in the street
The autumn's chasing the winter
And there's carpet instead of grass beneath my feet
You're lying, I'm crying, I'm holding, you're smiling, I'm laughing, they're calling, the world is in slow-mo
And what did you say? I was walking away
No forgiving, no living, I guess I should just go
I don't remember it right, I always said I'd put up a fight
But I guess I'm calling home to talk about my day
And I must remember it wrong, I don't need your empty words of wisdom
But I guess I'm calling home and saying I'm okay
I'm okay
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3. |
Faster
03:03
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Speed is climbing, metal racing forward, faster
Red light ahead, split a second, consider disaster
Wheels turn, drops burn, as sky hits skin
Hold tight, see night make chase, unshield that face, remember sin
Push through the pain, greet the freezing rain,
Feel that brain racing
Snag the ground, but don't go down
Cold and darkness embracing
Brake lights, harsh sights, as it builds: what might have been
If life slipped, or lost grip, or just gave in
Line's approaching, faster
And a decision is made between the brake and disaster
And there's regret, and there's regret
And there's regret, at the thoughts there's regret
One thought then the flood
There's regret and there's blood
There's regret in the blood
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4. |
For A Friend of Mine
02:34
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There's memories on this skin that you can't erase
You'll edit your story, all written in lower-case
Drowning in changes, your heart's giving way
Drink the sorries you cling to and fold through your day
Fall into the cloud that you built as your home
These walls are your sanctuary, block out the stones
Floating, still burdened with all that you've lost
There's salt in your wounds so the demons can't cross
"I'm broken" you scream, you're broken inside
You're more glue than human
And that keeps me up at night
It's dream-like and hopeless
As you crawl to the light
I'm not all I could be but take my Advice
We don't expect much but somehow you do
I'll find you where you shouldn't be doing nothing I'd think you'd do
Say why you're crying
Don't lie, there's the sound
You're spinning and breaking
You're long lost and found
I'm hoping and praying to the end of my life
But each word that you speak is a twist of your knife
This life that you'd end here has never been true
All that the salt does is keep the demons in you
We're broken it seems, all broken inside
More glue here than people, wishing for the light
It's dream-like and hopeless
As we limp through the night
I'm not all I could be but I've still got fight
I'm less than I should be, I follow the light
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5. |
Giving Up
04:35
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Pink skies, dark nights, fabric scratching at my skin
It's warm, my storm, do you believe I've let you in
I built this prison for myself, can't trust anybody else to be this ruthless when I'm this useless
I'll cut the crap and just lay down
Don't worry, I won't make a sound
I know you're busy and I'm sorry
The night is clear, but the stars can't see me
My soul is drifting away
And heaven calls, the bells are deafening
But I'll have nothing to say, when they offer me escape
White air, red hair, the blue beside me lies alone
Let slip my cold iron grip on all those moments we stole
We built this fortress for ourselves, can't trust anybody else
So please be ruthless, you know I'm useless
I'll cut the crap and just hang up, drain the memories from your cup
Mine are leaving on their own
The night is clear, but the stars can't see me
My soul is drifting away
And heaven calls, the bells are deafening
But I'll have nothing to say, when they offer me escape
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