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Fin
00:34
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Rear View Mirror
03:12
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I see blues, I see greens, I see all kinds of things
I see you, I see me, underneath the trees in my rear view mirror
I see all of the days and all of the nights
I see all of the wrongs and all of the rights in my rear view mirror
In my rear view mirror my fate is set
I can’t make any choices, can’t pay any debts
In my rear view mirror no path is designed
We just fucked with our hearts and we both lost our minds
I heard all kinds of sounds, I climbed all kinds of mounds
Lived in smiles, died in frowns, in big cities and small towns in my rear view mirror
And I hate living in the past, I’ll speed on away so fast
to forget it all at last, block the shadow that it casts in my rear view mirror
In my rear view mirror I can’t say a word
Can’t tell you I’m sorry, my voice won’t be heard
In my rear view mirror can’t tell you I was wrong
No need for me to wait, the chance is long gone
But ahead in my eye after my tears have dried
Is the sunlit blue sky and I finally realize that I broke my mirror
In my rear view mirror, there’s no one I can’t see
My back’s sore from turning, I’ll just look in front of me
In my rear view mirror you never said goodbye
So now when I’m driving I just cover up my eyes
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3. |
Children Of Substance
03:21
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Children of Substance, don’t you worry, your secret is safe with me
Lover of absence, don’t you hurry, you’ve got no place to be
Killer of presence, please stop staring, you stare so you never have to see
Keeper of distance, in this instance I want you close to me
Cause I’m so sorry that I’m not sorry
Beggar of past tense, please lock your door and throw away the key
Owner of pretense, don’t get even and move on happily
Salesman of patience, keep your paychecks and find your own for free
Keeper of distance, in this instance I want you close to me
Cause I’m so sorry that I’m not sorry
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4. |
A Wake in New Orleans
02:55
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Carnival ash everywhere, eyes glued to the dirt six feed under
There you were, looking like my past was at last where it’s meant to be
Right beneath me, to seem obscene in a foggy dream
Laughing like a heart attack just might drop you dead
Beads around your neck and teeth on the curb
Please do not disturb demons in your head
You winked and said you would just call a cab instead
Not the first or last
The end is in the past
Candle light, waiting for a turn to say goodbye
Forever
Swelling through the swallowed air, these things tend to be family affairs
We all look like crows in our fancy clothes, sharing all our woes
The saying goes, life is the longest thing we know
Marching with the brass
The end is in the past
Candle light, waiting for a turn to say goodbye
Forever
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5. |
Waste to Wonder Why
03:20
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She isn’t who she was when she was her and she still has a pretty face
I thought we had felt the same way but no, it’s not the case
It must have been the time or place that led our fates to be embraced
The more I think the more I find, it is a waste to wonder why
She ain’t laughing at my jokes and she still has a pretty smile
but She ain’t listening to my words, maybe she wasn’t all the while
It’s not my fault, it’s not hers too, it’s never me and never you
The more I think the more I find, it is a waste to wonder why
She ain’t holding with my hands and she still has the same old touch
I saw her walking with a new man but oh, it don’t mean much
Cause even though she’s the same sight, her left bound gaze is now bound right
And she ain’t counting on my clock cause mine’s rewound in time
And the girl that I’m missing is stuck in a fabric of mind
It’s not my fault, it’s not hers too, it’s never me and never you
The more I think the more I find, it is a waste to wonder why
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6. |
Gallery
03:22
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I saw it all, hung up on a wall, walking room to room trying to pick up on your call
But still I couldn’t reach you, it don’t mean nothing at all to me
The photograph started talking back, turned into a mirror but the mirror broke in half
And ever since that day, you were never half the same to me
Will we waste our time trying to beat a clock?
Or tear down our doors and wait to hear a knock?
That old sound never seems to come
If our young eyes don’t set upon the sun
Rain dripping red, right into my head, stained inside my brain like some paint that’s made of lead, flowing through my veins had me feeling your pain instead
But I’m alive, the sun will always shine
No matter where you are I know that I’m getting mine
So still I couldn’t reach you but it doesn’t mean a thing to me
Will we waste our time trying to beat a clock?
Or tear down our doors and wait to hear a knock?
That old sound never seems to come
If our young eyes don’t set upon the sun
The doors are closed, as are the windows
What’s in the bigger picture? Don’t think we’ll ever know
The gallery of you and me is just another history
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7. |
Again
04:23
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Deep blue rip tide, tripped up inside
Scraping over broken shoulders, carrying your weight
Arms like windmills, rusted details
Sunken under silent thunder, sundered by our fate again
Anchors hanging from my ankles
Angels from all angles, all entangled in the shells
Violent silence, red flashing sirens
We will never love each other ’til we love ourselves again
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8. |
Under The Weather
02:06
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Grey skies, staring straight into your eyes
Knotted, tied, and kept inside
Couldn’t be there but I tried
Don’t you know it’s a steep fall
After all, we’re just people
Different, but we are equal
Love until we are fearful
Tethered, living under the weather
Thought we’d be there together
But I know that it’s better
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