1. |
No Moss Grows
05:16
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Been away from the sun
No Moss grows on the trees when the day is done
Dead man walking behind
No eyes open to the ones who are hard to find
Call him the Devil on my back
Call me what you will
Put your head out the window sill
Begin to scrape away the black
Wait to finish the page
The willows weep but the pines just shake
First the river runs cold
Let it take you for a while then you’ll be sold
They go marching one by one
In a line all underneath a gun
They have all of the answers
But they’d never dare to be out with those midnight dancers
Call him the Devil on my back
Call me what you will
Put your head out the window sill
Begin to scrape away the black
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2. |
Locket Around Your Neck
03:56
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Oh this routine, like pages in a magazine all worn
The binding getting looser with the time.
Tell me lies, anything to keep me satisfied at all
I’ll keep on rambling ‘til I feel a change
But I’ve seen that light, Help me capture it tonight
I’ll keep it in a locket around your neck
T.V. static keeps me up
Just need to close my eyes
Fill this empty cup and treat me like we’ve never met
I’ll keep it in a locket around your Neck
Oh this routine, like pages in a magazine all worn
The binding getting looser with the time.
Tell me lies, anything to keep me satisfied at all
I’ll keep on rambling ‘til I feel a change
But I’ve seen that light, Help me capture it tonight
I’ll keep it in a locket around your neck
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3. |
Tiny Things
04:27
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No Phones to ring or Doors to go answer
All these tiny things that occupy time
What the moon will bring
Hangs around our minds
You find your head a home and settle down
Bury us in the presence of time
Shudder the blinds, block out the light
Wheels keep on turning and the fire’s still burning in both of our hearts
You find your head a home and settle down
Forever I will
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4. |
Staring into the Sun
04:26
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There’s a siren, I hear it every morning when I wake up
I try to ignore it but it resonates
A silence, can be broken by the dropping of a pin
Or a mob of voices chanting broken hymns
We’re staring into the Sun
We cannot look away
We’re leaving no love in the wake
I’m a tyrant; I’ve taken everything that you believe
Laid it out on the table, for the dogs to feed
The light is blinding, it’s attracting all the insects now
Buzzing behind doors into a wall
We’re staring into the Sun
We cannot look away
We’re leaving no love in the wake
There’s a siren, I hear it every morning when I wake up
I try to ignore it but it resonates
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5. |
Ghost I've Always Been
04:05
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In the eyes of death, I will take my final breath
Oh the great beyond lies beyond the sand
I will ramble into your heart, like I did once from the start
It will rattle you for better or for worse
And I’ll wander like the Ghost I’ve always been
On a trail of broken hearts no one could mend
In the eyes of death, I will take my final steps
To the devil or god, whomever will take me first
I will ramble into your heart like I did once from the start
It will rattle you for better or for worse
And I’ll wander like the Ghost I’ve always been
On a trail of broken hearts no one could mend
And I’ll wander like the Ghost I’ve always been
On a trail of broken hearts no one could mend
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6. |
Faces in the Tapestry
05:37
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The faces are blurry
They float in and out of my head 'til I sleep
I don’t usually worry
If there out there and still thinking of me
Faces in the tapestry
Their Eyes look back at me
Words on the Pages
I don’t remember what you said to me
Drunken and faded
By the memories that float up from the sea
Faces in the tapestry
Their Eyes look back at me
Faces in the tapestry
Their Eyes look back at me
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7. |
Dust and Bones
05:47
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The day was widowed by the night
When I saw you bleeding through the light
You were holding grains of sand
I watched them fall through your hand
‘Though I could not remember your name
It didn’t matter, the feelings stayed the same
Avoiding Dust and bones
I took to the highway
On my own, all alone
The day was widowed by the night
When I saw you bleeding through the light
You were holding grains of sand
I watched them fall through your hand
‘Though I could not remember your name
It didn’t matter, the feelings stayed the same
I know the time it breaks your heart slow- Day by day
Wade through snow and water rising- Turning blue
Will you burrow in the love you find- Or let it pass?
Pull on over to the shoulder- and let it die
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Railway
04:16
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By the railway, you saw the carts were passin’
Images of death filled your head
All you could see was red
Heard the breeze and all it said
By the railway underneath the moon
Oh the Soil was cold between your toes
Familiar of a time that hasn't shown
Faces they gathered round
The ashes lay on the ground
By the railway underneath the moon
By the railway, you saw the carts were passin’
Images of death filled your head
All you could see was red
Heard the breeze and all it said
By the railway underneath the moon
Dreaming in the bed that you made
Walk me down the fire escape
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9. |
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03:04
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10. |
When We Were Young
04:56
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In the middle of it all
Peel back the film that settled
You were lying on the floor, remember?
When we were young
Lost count of all your summers
Wait for the season’s change
Let’s stay for just another
See what falls on the page
You laugh and cry about it
Chase bugs underneath the sun
Like you with all your feelings
From when you were young
In the middle of it all
Peel back the film that settled
You were lying on the floor, remember?
When we were young
Remember when we were young
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