1. |
Atlas
05:00
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Your eyes are stark and colder
You’ve aged but hardly older
Cry to the wind and cower
You settle in for hours
It takes all my sympathy
To see the forest for the trees
It takes all my bravery
To see the rainfall for the seas
Against the skyline mirror
You don’t see yourself clearer
Under all the baggage
Nothing left to salvage
Overwhelmed, unsteady
Always here but not always heavy.
Confide your fears in me
In confidence we cry the scars
The skies
The atlas of our lives.
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2. |
Hard To Find
04:12
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After chokes on the breeze
Backyard under the leaves
You go away
I chase the dark to the moment it told you
To leave behind
You’re hard to find
Under the skin
You start to give in
And go away
Throwing yourself to darkness
Before you can trace your mind
You’re hard to find tonight
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3. |
The Fool
05:11
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My mind is lying
Its way through most things
I bet that harms you -
That I’m insincere
Calm bed of shadow
Against the battle inside
You’re absent in mind
What came first
Wings clipped
For every reason why
And most days I play the fool
I find I follow
The doubt you swallow
Just years behind you
I redefine my truth
Cold handshakes
Grind teeth until they break
Under a dead cue
Harsh noise rings sweet for you
Wings clipped
For every reason why
And most days I play the fool
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4. |
Cold Sweat
06:21
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My, my - woke up in a cold sweat
I feel low
Truth told I don’t even know yet
What I know
Up late reading to a blind man
With pure eyes
Widowed under a pale light
Of old lies
I know I can’t go there
My, my – woke up in a cold sweat
Understood
Passion without an outlet
And I would
But I know I can’t go there
When my time comes around
I’ll know what I needed
To face the bare burning sun
And I’ll concede it
To save the one, save the island
I’m not one yet
When my open mind is closed again
I’ll wage my truth:
That every open heart will burn
Its way right back to you
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5. |
Montrose
06:00
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Fold in the night, like I folded my hands
Like the wind took hold of my plans
My grip was tight my knuckles white as the moon.
Far from home I left faces behind
They feel betrayed now that I’ve found my kind
In a bungalow off 118 and 59.
You find me hard to reach
I find it hard to feel this on my own
For what it’s worth I’ll never be
More than a few hundred miles from home
But it aint my as true as it’s yours
And I’m scared I’m burning more bridges than I can afford
But then there’s you
In the golden hour of may
On the back porch while I choose whether to stay
For what it’s worth I’ll never be
More than a few hundred miles away
I can't go back
Back to my only way out - on my own.
Montrose.
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