1. |
Deep Water
01:09
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2. |
Boundaries
03:12
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Between these old songs and the things I’ve been thinking
I hope its not long before you’re just a dream and
I have to admit that I’m getting better
But you’re just not helping so I’ll leave this letter
Your time is spent
You came and went
Your time is spent
I woke up this morning and my thoughts were creeping
To corners of my mind I’d hoped would be leaving
It’s all a cycle so vicious and endless
Those who succeed are steadfast and relentless
I’ve got it in my mind the clock works on my time
And I know I’m just fine keeping you where you are
Keeping you where you are
You kept to yourself
You lied about all of your demons
And kept me in hell
You lied about all of your secrets
Nothing haunts us like the things we don’t say
Talk for an hour, you’re gone in three days
I’ve settled this balance and things I can’t change
I’ve had enough so I’ll sleep it away
I’ll sleep it away
I’ll sleep it a way
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3. |
Halls
03:00
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Caught in a game of cat and mouse
But I’m not welcome in your house,
I’m in your house
So can you tell me who’s wasting time
Is this hypocrisy yours or mine?
You criticize me for all the lies you hide behind
Your bells, your beck and call
Your heart is empty like your halls
You say I’m six feet under
The devil’s living in your halls
Your vestments etched in gold
Your hero dressed like one of us
You say I’m six feet under
The devil’s living in your halls
Too bad I had so much faith
In the words and the thoughts and the things we used to pray
If the Word became flesh
Why must you act so selfish
When someone needs you
Your bells, your beck and call
Your heart is empty like your halls
You say I’m six feet under
The devil’s living in your halls
Your vestments etched in gold (It’s sad to say)
Your hero dressed like one of us (I’m not the only one)
You say I’m six feet under (It’s sad to say)
The devil’s living in your halls (I’m not the only one)
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4. |
Parched
03:31
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Since I was small, well, smaller than I am
I was told to follow a solid plan
Well, I was always bad at planning
Funny I rebelled at every turn
Now they’re learning all of that was wasted breath
Don’t waste your breath
This life
Is bright
I’m not afraid to choose my path
This path is mine by my design
I’m not afraid of the dark
I will let it be my liberation
So I can pour myself libations
For those who thirst for happiness
I’ve seen the end for all of those who hesitate
I don’t want a life where I am forced to wait
I won’t wait for things to get better
I hope its not too late, I hope its not too late
This life is bright
Bright like the eyes of a child
This life is bright
Dress me up for the image you wanted
Something without, you said I’d be nothing
This life (This life)
Is Bright (Is mine)
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5. |
Florist
03:47
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I wanted to be a florist
So I could watch the world bloom
I didn’t learn much from all the roses
I learned to stop and smell the flowers
Before they wilt away
Because I’m tossing and turning
And the paper is burning
And it still won’t stop the pain
I started to smoke to remind myself to breathe in
Instead I was left breathless
With every event that made me stressed
Needing to inhale
Relearning to exhale
How deep is this rabbit hole? (inhale, exhale)
I’m stripped down
And cast out
Hoping that I grow
I’m weather hardened
Suffocated, asphyxiated
Because I’m tossing and turning
And the paper is burning
But it still won’t stop the pain
But for every action
There’s an equal reaction
And I’m starting to feel the change
My confidence is waning (Watch the world bloom)
My roots run deeper than my fears (Watch the world)
Its not a loss, Its not a loss
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6. |
Spare Lungs
02:52
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Now I’m backed into a corner
Tell me whose voice is louder now
Pull me down, I’ll push back harder
I’m not the child you
Mistook me to be
I’m barely floating, barely coasting
(Hold on tonight)
Hold my breath but spare my lungs
(Your chest is tight)
Stand up right, confirm my ground
(Stand up right)
This is where I’ll be sleeping
I’m fucking tired of when I’m heading home
I know that the numbers just don’t add up alone,
I know that
I hate that I know that
Just when I’m thinking that I’m in the clear
I’m kicked in the gut and dropped from behind
And it goes bad, everything goes bad
Where’s you’re respect?
Throw down your flag
Where’s you’re respect
I'm not that dead
I’m barely floating, barely coasting
(Hold on tonight)
Hold my breath but spare my lungs
(Your chest is tight)
Stand up right, confirm my ground
(Stand up right)
This is where I’ll be sleeping
I'm not that dead
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7. |
What We've Got
02:50
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My sternum is burning
My burning heart writing
Its very own love note
I hope you don’t mind
I’m minding my business
Keeping you in my thoughts
I’ll be home when the weather gets cold
I’ll be around to see us growing old
Lose yourself in love cause we never get enough
Don’t bring me back to earth before the sun comes up
Together we will grow and do the best with what we’ve got
Let’s do the best with what we’ve got
I’m writing this love song
Seeking a simple
Way to let you know
The colors in my world
Are bright like the night lights
Haunting o’er Mumbai
I’ll be home when the weather gets cold
I’ll be around to see us growing old
Lose yourself in love cause we never get enough
Don’t bring me back to earth before the sun comes up
Together we will grow and do the best with what we’ve got
Let’s do the best with what we’ve got
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