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Circumference
01:35
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i was a body held together, i was an interstate
i had a name, even heard it whispered, but you can call me Cain
just don't burn like there's nothing good to remember
how'd those years become pictures, heaven was built out of embers
i was a body mad enough to fuck, and sad enough to kiss
i laid you down saying nothing is constant, unless it don't exist
to go burn like there's nothing good to remember
stay up late and draw circles in the sky with your finger
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N
03:58
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blue eyes traded your innocence
for some cliche American sadness
with your faded jeans and your cigarettes
well i dried my clothes but my hair's still wet
the tragic death and the legacy
they lay their prize at the prom queens feet
and pray that tomorrow we'll live again
and love like only strangers can
cause we're all just waiting on the son of god to say
you played your part and you got an A
and you can die in the war or with her name
and i'll make you young for one more day
you are the northernmost part of me
you're my orphan ornament misery
and the same old poison is in my veins
and you run it through me like a speeding train
so i might never make it to history
or run like the wind and fall with the leaves
but i stumbled through all nine symphonies
and there’s nothing but heaven waiting on me
cause we're all just waiting on a midnight clock to chime
and you smell like rain and i close my eyes
and for a second i am not afraid to die
come on make me young for one more night
cause we're all just waiting on the son of god to say
you played your part and you got an A
and you can dance in the dark or on a stage
but the crowd will leave you either way
and i'm still waiting on that midnight clock to change
and i held your hands and you held my face
and said my darling there was never choice in fate
we can still be young, we're a dog eared page
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3. |
The King is Dead (Again)
04:26
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glory to god and the drunks on his stoop
i just wave when i pass, we'll both wait for good news
im not out of my mind but it's easy to lose
all the the best lies began "let me tell you the whole truth"
throw your heart in the ocean and pray that you're not on your own
hell if i weren't so scared of the depth then i'd sink like a stone
art is dead, hey lets get drunk tonight
'cause we all see beauty best with second sight
and lets go to war so we don't die like pigs
never questioning what heaven is
i come home to the moon but make eyes at the sun
while our warriors fuck peace but make love to their guns
so the love of my life can assign me a son
and i'll teach him to love, not to kill, and to buy one
shoot the stars, sing electric, and cheers to the ones who are gone
and don't you dare try to immortalize me in a song
art is dead, hey lets get drunk tonight
'cause we all feel ruined best by the moonlight
and lets dress the pavement up with our shadows
cause its Halloween and you best feel like a ghost
i can't sing like the swallow or paint like van gogh
take my voice, cause it sounds like somebody you know
i've abandoned my heart and walked into the woods
there's a search party somewhere, but i want the wolves
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4. |
Ex-Savior
02:14
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sibyl i'm so thirsty, listen to the river
every word you scream is borrowed from a whisper
lead me up a stair case, touch me in a dark room
i am not a kingdom, you are not a full moon
and really i just want to die
without those pearls that were my eyes
father karras, i can't take another love song
foaming at the mouth i scribbled out a poem:
"heaven was a young girl, spinning in the moonlight
nothing was an ocean, jump if it feels right"
lovely, she's so lovely, rotting in her bathtub
if im gonna die, i'm gonna die in love so
pick me up at midnight, put your favorite dress on
we could live forever, all before the sun dawns
swear we'll raise some hell tonight
just me you and the third who walks beside
goodnight, ladies, goodnight, goodnight
i'm young at heart but old at blood
we merge and know all things happened at once
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5. |
Mids
03:25
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i am finished with the past, if you want to see the gone look up
there is no death left in your small town kiss
when i get low
when i get home
we are not in love
we are not in love
we are lost in pyramids, and for a second there we were kids
we have fucked and spit, and died and lived
and we all got low
and we ran from home
we are not in love
we are not in love
i am finished with the dead, if you want to see the past look up
we were not foot prints, we were more
when i get low
when i get home
we are not in love
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6. |
Every Angel
04:33
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borne back into the future
i think i read that in a book when i was young
but maybe i just got the words wrong
and maybe everything is borrowed from the gone
its been a while since i heard thunder
or counted seconds until i could see its face
its been a while since i have loved you
it's been an hour since i've thought of how you taste
but i don't wanna die here
hell i don't even wanna live if i can't hope
for something richer than a paycheck
and something sweeter than the dagger at my throat
tell the kanawha i got famous
and died poetic on the side of the low road
where every angel knows a love song
and stray bullets sing never go back home
out here everything's a circle
and you can live and die until you get it right
oh god your body's like the ocean
i guess i've always been obsessed with the great white
but i was young and i was hungry
confusing beauty for the way a war can glow
pretty girl, you laugh like peacetime
i think i could have loved you better had i known
whats a heart to me
whats a drop of rain to the sea
if we're born again in rags i hope we understand the means
whats a heart to me
whats a drop of rain to the see
if we're born again in rags i hope we meet up in a dream
and we shed our clothes
till were skin and bone and roads
if we cross i hope you recognize my laugh and let me go
you've got to let me go
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7. |
Arcs
06:18
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stand up straight, little kid, in your mothers design
and your brothers shirt that don’t fit quite right
that's OK, he’s in you, you’re in him, all that grade school pride
yea and try to remember that we all forget
how to build a moment out of dirt, rocks and sticks
but not you, you’re the one, you’re the king of the wilderness
and i’ll own up to today, and admit to the past
i was there, that was youth, and i’m not going back
but that don't mean i have to forget how you whispered my name
in the dark of your room where you flickered and moved
like a flame across your bed and surrendered the moon
saying everyone leaves but i just won’t let go of you
such is wallpaper torn to reveal we build
and the love that we make will be hunted and killed
and repaved, say hooray, we still breathe just under the film
now i try to stay nervous and stare at my steps
for to trace every path and decide every breath
i’ll be brave, i’ll be true, and i’ll write my name in pen
cause there is so much more than this
and we are so much less than men
it was all just a dream, some kind of replicated distance
but if i lost you in that darkness, i’m gonna find you in the morning
i started working for the highways, and leaving handprints in the pavement
they took the quarters from my eyelids, but not the pennies in my pocket
i heard my brothers in the top bunk, i tried to memorize their language
just plug your ears and go to sleep, kid, this will be over in the morning
but were running out of time, we’re always running out of constance
and you’ve never looked as pretty, and i’m leaving in the morning.
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