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Long Straws
04:15
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I pace myself on sidewalks
Crushing skeletons of leaves
Breathing in the essence of their release
Keep warm in your icy frame
The fire burns all around all those who claim
"I don't want to go just yet"
But it's gotten late enough, I guess
I can always relive this in my head over
And again
Nothing in this world is lasting
Everything here is worth grasping at
All too soon this will go away
And where we go, we'll make the best of our stay
Long straws are prolonged pauses
Drinking up what others made
Reaching out hands, emptied of all they've gained
The curse of the ever-wanting
They know not one true moment of peace
The branches that you will cling to
Won't let you know you're about to fall
Whether you're touching sunlight
Or catching scraps that speed down to you
Every plan subject to fail
Find my bones in stone and tell my tale
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2. |
Western Cape
03:45
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Sick, shiver in the summer heat
On the southern coast at the edge of the world
Mistook the symptoms for something grander than both of us
An open breeze, white linen breathes
It doesn't feel like anything
We threw caution to the wind, and it caught up once again
We are two satellites set stuck in orbit
We all want to crash into the sea
Two open roads led to dead ends
We want a new life left at the front door
We fight like hell to fend off waves of doubt
It always seemed so easy 'til we suffered through the seasons
Locked ourselves in separate rooms of the house
Rely on charm to go a few weeks further
Like an engine light flickering on and off again
Reducing romance to monthly mechanics
It's killing me to keep you waiting
Flagged you down a few blocks from the floral shop,
Said something needs to change
Just breathe, see me like you used to
Remember how we got here, take it in and just keep driving
Close your eyes and watch the math add up again
Suffer through the seasons once again
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3. |
Machine
03:50
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The hoarfrost grows thicker than you would ever imagine
All of a sudden we froze
Pistons pumping I tried chip away at my casing
But the fields of ice had grown too far
If I'm a
Machine
It turned me off
Swiftly sinking deep into Poseidon's best wet dream
Three hundred million cursed souls
Contentedly waiting to sustain the ocean with debris
Only 95% left to go
If I'm a
Machine
It turned me off
There's holes in
This ship we bought
Drain the poison out from in your head and
Lick the sorrow from your skin
It will be back again
Despite what they're addressing as
Mountains we need to scale
Appoint your own avail
And move along
Not a
Machine
You won't turn me off
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4. |
Boundaries
03:25
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I kicked the black widow off the wall
I thought I'd crushed it
But it got back up with a threat of high hoping
To my sense of humor that I take too lightly
So I laughed on the way to my ending
My place in these things have
Hidden boundaries
I can overstep them when I've found them out
That they don't mean shit in the whole of the game
No "go" space, free money
I'd settle for just being entertained
My boots are torn
I've walked this way for a while
In the light of the backgrounds we'll find
And as the competition gets old for me
The damn top hat floats up of the breeze
It all comes back in threes:
There's the box, the goals, and the boundaries
Though cheat codes are silenced so masterfully
We can still get them
We know where to find them
We'll get them
We know where to find them
We'll find them
We know where to find them in us
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5. |
Stann Creek
03:32
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Face down floating in the deep blue
Our skin was see-through, you shrugged beneath the surface
My spine exposed like scattered cayes
Consider this a breath we'll never hold, we've been here twice before
The miles are only inches, fold maps in half and call this home
Breaking into dance, I have a history of ever-changing plans
A life of second chances, but then you grabbed my hand
And said it's just like you to celebrate the color
And the chaos in a world of gray
Throw your head under it will cover every sound
Of engines and jetliners
All things that keep you higher than your stable, proven ground
Nothing stays, nothing unchanged
Throw your head under it will silence every siren
Of faith and self-reliance
All things that keep you higher than your stable, proven ground
Find shelter in my crooked architecture
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Dry Air
03:20
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Blood on your lips
No match for nervous ticks
Prominence to the coast
Your longing loves your blood the most
Far from what made you bold
Sealed the cracks in your broken mold
So, where to go from here?
Don't resign yourself to fear
Dry air and anxious teeth
You scored while in the crease
So close, yet far from goals
Remember this feeling
Blood on your lips
No match for nervous ticks
Prominence to the coast
Your longing loves your blood the most
Your longing loves your blood the most
Remember this feeling
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