1. |
How We'd Look On Paper
04:29
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sorry eyes
and it's not like me
canonized like frozen faces on the walls
I would lie
but it's not like me
taking sides to bend or break the paper walls
all the people you let down
that you could bury underground
and get your mind back into hell
where it belongs
so I recover
so I have the time to shake it off
while we recover
we'd rather dust the nails beneath the boards
all the people you let down
that you could bury underground
and get your mind back into hell
where it belongs
and still we don't believe in it
we're taking steps to show we care
we're coming out
we're coming out
we're coming clean
and still we don't believe in it
the subtle hints, the sunny glare
the little pouts
all going in
and coming out
the everything's of left astrays
rotting losts of castaways
you were never so ambitious anyway
little lights where people go
fluorescent days, fluorescent glow
pieces put will fall apart
cases shut but never cause
little lights where people go
fluorescent days, fluorescent glow
pieces put will fall apart
cases shut but never cause
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2. |
Swine Houses
04:08
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as I lay awake
I hear clappin' from inside the walls, so it
must be my mistake
I spend hours trying to lock the doors, but they
always come right in
they want bones hidden in the boards
I could show you
where the safe is still
yours as fast mine
it's all black inside the house, you send
all of your children
take all who are willing
yours as fast mine
it's all black behind, inside, you send
all of your children
take all who are willing
think I might have sent
the wrong copy of my diary
re-connects the dots
from the treasure to the misery if I
live to tell your tale
of a haunted house and jamboree
would i go live
outside again?
if you're still scared of others
then just crawl back in your covers (whoa)
if you still care for others
then you sleep outside your covers (whoa, oh)
if you still hate the shadows
and the headlights from the windows (whoa, whoa oh) yours as fast as mine!
if you still fear the sounds and
all the swine within your houses (whoa, whoa oh)
show me all the tricks you fell for
and tell me what you're going to hell for (whoa, whoa)
yours as fast as mine!
it's all black behind inside!
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3. |
A Jagged Gorgeous Winter
03:50
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winter taking days
nights filled with longer hours (x3)
winter solstice
passing by us
temperatures dropping
try us
with colder feelings
black ice and hidden lust
white sheets of snow concealing
gloves on hands
with warmer pasts
plastic sleds cracking
the newly chapped
huddling against the walls
shrinking college trends
with the days living faster now
we cast our make pretends
extra heat demands
a rising constant power
darkness taking days
nights filled with longer hours (x2)
got a jagged gorgeous winter
from a summer's thread
all the lies you told about me
they were totally totally totally true
thinking through the noise
you go back to bed
with your tinker-tinker toys
you gotta think it think it
thinking thinking it through
(repeat x2)
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4. |
Love During Wartime
04:03
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and we could try and not be over
the morning child has her sustain
and if we can't fight then we can't find it
and if we can't write then we can't file it
and it's a commonplace affliction, my love
we all know fighting's crazy
and she shook her head 'cause she can't get enough
all the way since fighting's crazy
our time is vacant on my mind
and if we can't fight
then we can't find it
i don't know
when things will be
back in our control
and when will we
move back home
and make believe
the city's so much better
just stay inside
you're better off
dead!
and we could try and not be over
the evening child knows who's to blame and she says it's a
a commonplace affliction my love
we all know fighting's crazy
our time is vacant on my mind
and if we can't fight
then we can't find it
i don't know
when things will be
back in my control
when will we
move back home
and make believe
the city's so much better
just stay inside
you're better off
dead!
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5. |
Car Windows
03:26
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I think too much, and it
comes back to haunt me later
I could turn it up, but it
won't make my heart beat louder
i wanna know what is
made of gilded brass
and what is really made of gold
like the condensation on my car windows
my car window-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohs
(silly synth interlude)
crazy like my dad i've been
burning like a dollar bill, i'm
21 years mad if I
sink and save my heart away and
give you all I had, would you
beat the path inside of me and
make pretend i'm dad
through the condensation on these car windows
these car windows
(string crescendo and ...
weepy, uplifting strings)
and what I really wanna know
is what's theirs and what's just made for them to show
do you really wanna grow old?
you always gotta give in when you are told
(strings, guitar outro)
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6. |
Montana
03:21
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All the terrible times
we fought for
And all the relevant minds
we thought for, we fell for.
Like all your cannibal kinds
lay down for, lay down now, laid useless
Like all your cannibal kinds
Like all your cannibal kinds
Dead and useless
Like all your cannibal kinds
Like all your cannibal kinds
Dead and useless
I tried to make it fit (x4)
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7. |
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I ride wrecking machines, wrecking machines
through history and the pressure
sprawled out out and living asleep and living asleep through history and the pressure
it's more like heaven
the trash is on display
(2x)
i thought i'd fly like crazy
over all the spaces
sprawled out
and you crawl back down
typewriters never extinct, and never extinct
alive and dead in the pressure
angels plastic and cheap, and plastic and cheap
in your sleeve on your shoulder
it's more like heaven
shoulder
the trash is on display
(2x)
i thought i'd fly like crazy
over all the spaces
sprawled out
and you crawl back down
sprawled out
and you crawl back down
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8. |
Dove Nets
02:48
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all the little doves that won't come down
all the little mights in your mind
all the little doves that won't come down
all the fatal rites you despise
no such thing as a short recovery
sewing sewing, so what?
your blood veins, they frame a lottery
sew! so? sew! sewing! so what?
in your bones again
what's beautiful?
your empty nets
all the little dreams in your head (x2)
are beautiful and dead
(repeat)
all the little doves that won't come down
all the little mights in your mind
all the little doves that won't come down
all the fatal rites you despise
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9. |
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so I hurt my hands again
(hands running circles on and on)
disassembling what's familiar
(hands running circles)
but dismantling me instead
(hands running circles on and on)
with calloused hands on dying embers
(hands running circles)
and while you think you're making sound when
(hands running circles on and on)
you're alone and yelling timber
(hands running circles)
so i trust my hands again
(hands running circles on and on)
from march until september
(hands running circles)
it's the ground that makes us
it's twice contagious
your heart is ticking sixty-one seconds wrong
it's the lives that you tried
and you tried
it's the space that taints us
so frail and careless
your heart is slowly broken on and on
it's the lives that you tried
and you tried
I guess they're gone
it's the fog that comes at night
don't you think it's the first time
that you watch the kite spiral the sky
I guess they're gone
it's the space you watch in fright
all that makes you sleep inside
the machine that loved you all this time
and while the gears are scraping all our skin
(hands running circles on and on)
and the LEDs are lying
(hands running circles)
I see your face is frowning oh so thin
(hands running circles on and on)
but the corners of your eyes are smiling
(hands running circles)
it's the ground that makes us
it's twice contagious
your heart is ticking sixty-one seconds wrong
It's the lives that you tried and you tried
It's the space that taints us
so frail and careless
your heart is slowly broken on and on
it's the lives that you tried
and you tried
I guess they're gone
it's the space you watch in fright
all that makes you sleep inside
the machine that loved you all this time
I guess they're gone
it's the fog that comes at night
don't you think it's the first time
that you watch the kite spiral the sky
HEY
I guess they're gone
HEY
I guess they're gone
HEY
I guess they're gone
HEY
rou-ee-on-ee-on-eee-onnnnnn
(disney strings, arpeggiated recorder)
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10. |
Even Seconds
04:49
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once and once again
you pretend to know your friends
and once and once again
over the top
over again
(repeat)
so i sold my gun to true love loved
and i rest my sun for blue love loved
and i feel life turning around
and i see your face in the ground
so i left my girl and returned
and i felt my swell go over and over and over and over the top
and i feel like turning around
and i cry cry till you surround
(kicking and screaming and we are not burning out loud)
and the shyness turns to grey
so i slide back down, over and over and over and over the top
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11. |
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yours as fast as mine
bastard days and nights, it goes
oh whoah whoah whoah
acting out of line
over gaps and trials, it goes
oh whoah whoah whoah, and then
oh whoah whoah whoah
oh whoah whoah whoah, goodnight
passively resigned
what if when i close my eyes the
words are still pretend
the words are still pretend
shining caught my eyes
best friends in their binds, it goes
oh whoah whoah whoah, and then
oh whoah whoah whoah
oh whoah whoah whoah, goodnight
these fated lines they're a perfect fit
by the time it's goodnight, we'll be over it
(4x)
oooooooooooh
we'll be over it
these fated lines they're a perfect fit
by the time it's goodnight, we'll be over it
(3x)
not too fast
i won't follow
i can't see what a child i am
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