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We're Golden
02:45
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shadows of my doubt
from thinking way too loud
you said "we're golden" but
I'm feeling rusted and seized shut
there's nothing hidden when you speak
there's nothing missing when meet
it's just the residue
of someone that I once knew
there's a place where this will end
there's a time when this will break
there's a fatalistic hum
at the end of all our days
in dimly lit rooms lives the
sense of our doom
and these shadows they are cast
by bright lights of white that are warm
and that were built to last
the void of distance is a large,
oceanic span across
a land I've come to fear
where devils whisper in my ear
there's a place where this will end
there's a time when this will break
with our seat-belts fastened tight
glory bound down lover's lane
trying to find faults inside, looking for signs
with your eyes closed
it's the sinking feeling you're retreating
my guilt-soaked dreams in the night
make things seem bleak
until we speak
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2. |
Tides
02:16
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falling through the dark in places i can't see
spectres give chase, haunting me in fitful sleep
I wish that I could find a way to make my voice heard in a crowd
drowned out by the closing circle
and there's nothing left, you filled the space, took my voice
and there's nothing left, you kept us hanging on
try moving on
pick up pieces that were left in your wake
find new paths free of hate to take
smoke clouds dissipate and echoes ring around
crystal waters reflect images and sound
what came before this?
at some point i know that you can't see my face
could you ever? we are strangers
and i understand, i never let you see my face
and you understand, you kept us hanging on
try moving on
pick up pieces that were left in my wake
find new paths free of hate to take
try moving on
dragging toes in murky water below
watching constellations grow
walking back barefoot, now we know we've found the path free of hate to take
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3. |
Hiding Out
02:59
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hiding out in a haunted house
is paralyzing your tongue and mouth
and it's stopping your hand from reaching out
rebuilding a fortress around yourself
with turrets aimed at everyone else
and no one is getting out or getting in
when you pull down the shades, you still peek out
the world sends back arrows of doubt
the tell-tale hearts still beating from within floorboards or your skin
hiding out in a haunted house
is paralyzing your tongue and mouth
it stops you cold from knowing what to say
and the ghosts in your house still know your name
they whisper a hypnagogic refrain
the lights flash up and down in your hallway
if you want to you can stay in all day, haunt the spectres at night
it's all coming back when I can't rule out
the thought that you could tear me down
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4. |
Teenage Hate
02:24
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you tore your knives
through my teenage heart
in yearbook pictures, smiling,
I was lying through my teeth
face-down in the hallway,
accepting my defeat
and I should have stayed when I was afraid
to fight you off or to break my thin skin
and now you're just a bigger version
of the motherfucker that you've always been
is it better off showing the world your hand
or is it better just to fold it where you stand
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5. |
Swan Dive
04:23
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I'm not holding on at all to thoughts of letting go
but do you feel the pull of the lives that we won't know
the fractured parts of broken hearts just waiting to be sewn
I clutched my chest and thought how I should be alone
and how it's too late to contemplate the ends that we can't shake
I leave those glass thoughts on the shelf
or watch them fall down and break
you folding so neatly back into my memory
I felt the warmth that you take with you when you leave
and I don't want to fall too far cause I'm not getting back up
approaching ground surrounding now with my eyes shut
if the past is dead, the present's next
and we are so afraid to fall so far from where we are
I'm not holding on at all to thoughts of how we'll land
but do you feel the pulse of the heart that's in your hand?
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6. |
This Year's Jet Trail
02:38
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these days are draining slowly, pouring out and running dry
with their sentiments indented onto paper stained with dye
that I'm pushing into envelopes that I know I'll never send
there are corners in this place, unscathed
that wait for me when I come home again
so when I stare down this year's jet trail,
it will lead back into you
I could stare it down forever
with familiar voices howling out my name
tearing out the roots that dug into the earth beneath my feet
I will start again with seeds in hand, kissed of luck and buried deep
and I'll haunt the trees that saw my youth
I'll haunt the streets that broke my teeth
I'll haunt the places I called home,
old shells that keep a part of me
and I stare down this year's jet trail
and it leads back into you
I could stare it down forever
but the urgency disintegrates
I'll be miles away but your hearts stay with me
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7. |
Asleep at the Wheel
02:51
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deaf to the waves that crash outside
sleeping under a godless sky
there's a coldness in the light
pouring off the moon at night
right where your sleep starts to ignite
from sparks trapped inside neurons wrapped so tight
they can sound so indiscernible
the die has been cast
our fates have been sealed
we're dreaming of luck
asleep at the wheel
dismantle and inspect
secret mythologies
find patterns in the scenes
playing on repeat
placid shores and manic waves
a gentle volley, a battle that's waged
navigate by blurry stars
or winds of fate to hang your sails on
when your ship has run aground
and the frigid veil of night is wrapped around
it can feel so inescapable
the die has been cast
our fates have been sealed
we're dreaming of love
asleep at the wheel
dismantle and inspect
secret mythologies
find patterns in the scenes
playing on repeat
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8. |
Growing Cold
02:12
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tracing lines off of the page
words won't will themselves to come
fires rage outside and i just sit here hiding alone
looking for answers i don't want to hear
we're growing up
small talk and smaller smiles
leave me wanting less each time
all the things that drain our passions dry are blocking the path
home to find the answers there are none here to find
we're growing cold
settling for what we know (growing up into the cold)
kick up ashes as they come to rest on our toes
growing up we're growing cold (ashes fall into the snow)
the hurts that hold us in place and the burns that keep us down
hold us in place, keeping us down
growing up we're growing cold all alone
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9. |
Hope Settles In
02:03
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the crashing sound of hearts
is ringing out loud
they held their histories
they beat so proud
sweeping up the dust
that's scattered within
the floor absorbs the wreck
and hope settles in
fault-lines in hope
can splinter still
more glue for all
the cracks to fill
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I don't want to give this up
this house is not a home unless it's bought
where you are keeping everything you've thought
and every single door is always locked
and I seem to resemble
someone you used to know
but nice boys don't act so cold
it was so wrong
and we don't have to live this down
I wasn't bright-eyed but I was turned around
if broken strings and voices have a sound
then it's the only noise I'm making now
it's so intangible
for someone I used to hold
so close and so tight
for oh so long
we should sing "we made it out alive"
and not about the times we should've died
choked up with bruises in my throat
from broken songs
it's all coming back to me when I can't rule out
the thought that you could tear me down
when I'm lying like a child in your arms
every now and then I fall apart
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subtle lines lead from where I want to be
I believe you're in a place I'll never see
and it's sad but it's true
to know I'm thinking about you
and it's sad but it's true
if I have to dive, I'm diving into you
subtle lines lead from where I want to be
you and me are in a place we shouldn't be
and it's sad but it's true
to know I'm thinking about you
and it's sad but it's true
if I have to die, I'm dying without you
throw it away just to end up all alone
and there's nothing left but broken voices on the phone
these days I'm learning
the time spent in my room alone was all I ever needed to be free
we only have a lifetime of doing what we're told
until someone comes to crush us or spit us out into the cold
even if the sun sets, at least we have the night
at least we have the night
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