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Tenderly Melancholic
02:43
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standing barefoot in this aisle
i close my eyes and breathe
i feel like i've been here before
but never dreamed the sea so deep
take me back where i feel safe
take me back where we connect
where i can craft and sing my songs.
but now those places are long gone
they live inside some memory
a cheaper happiness, i guess
where you can shelter and be free
there's nothing left in there for me
only melancholy bites
some taste bitter, some feel right.
and i hear this melody
i sung as little kid
and i know i'll be fine
just as long as i abide
in vanity of dreams
in longing to be free
and you'll knock on my door
to come clean with your love
and you'll ask me if i know
what are we looking for?
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2. |
Incroyable
03:48
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and so it goes everyday
lost in the fog,
in the boredom of long waits.
i seek your face,
but to no avail.
i seek my place,
'cause i'm out of phase.
i think it's nice of you
to remember
that red is my favorite color
it's the one we used
to paint our chest
when we were fresh
out of the nest
then one day
we woke up
and we were kids no more.
here's to you, to a thousand moons
and to the nights
we were falling out of love
guess i'm old, guess it's late
'cause i'm slow
and i've lost this race
i think it's nice of you to smile
when you sing along
to my favorite song
it's like a childhood dream comes true
hollowing through these afternoons
then one day
we woke up
and we were kids no more.
(c'est incroyable)
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hidden somewhere in the corner of this book
the verses I wrote for our neverending gloom.
summer was still, with grace, calm and green,
sinking our faces in old magazines.
was it a problem of fear?
I thought I had everything clear
youth is not so sincere,
it's just a form of hysteria!
because we miss...
...our endless peach-sunsets in the gaze of the dark,
toasting with cheap booze to our cold bad luck,
building sandcastles with kids in the sand,
and then the arguing and the compromises,
the speech is undone.
did we-e overcome fear?
now the skies are blue and clear
now my eyes are sincere
still i am trying to disappear
because we miss... everything.
i'm writing a new song.
it's about that time we got lost.
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4. |
Something Special
00:57
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5. |
Dance, but Make It Sad
03:07
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honey, can't you see up there?
how the stars are glittering in the dark.
i'm always there, somewhere
between this silence and
the chance to hear you cry
words like bullets
ricocheting forever.
glass stairs and carpets,
how sad we're together.
in the silent mourning
of our long gone laugh
we used to run and throw
the things we found around here
violently at our hearts.
words like bullets
ricocheting forever.
glass stars and carpets,
how sad we're together.
i'm trying to love you
but it's breaking my heart.
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6. |
Kim Vs. Skyler
02:42
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there's a side of me
that shines at times
eclipsing my moon
creeping in my eyes
i'll be your ghost.
i'll hunt for your soul.
i can get pretty distracted
but i hope you don't mind
i'll get back in time.
and i wish i could be
a positive force in your life.
let me be your kim,
we'll be partners in crime.
we'll be their ghost.
we'll hunt for their soul.
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7. |
Crystal Splinters Museum
03:04
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don't patronize my pain
it's not in vain
that i suffered
that i carried this weight
when the lights
ran around
the edges
of this place
where i used to hide
where i used to grieve
without you, my dear
into my
crystal splinters museum
swallowing the sun, and it's almost done
the night has come; my time - all i'm left with
pieces of who I used to be
and when I want to look back, I dream
the corners
of this place
where i'm used to hide
where i'm used to grieve
without you, my dear
into my
crystal splinters museum
[wise heart
kind mind,
mouth full
crying light]
this is my way of fighting back:
i rack up, keep safe, recollect
this is the way i feel alive:
all my memories blurred like
a super-8, your childhood friends,
the bitter end,
i tried to swim, you taught me well,
and yet i can't
feel happiness but now i know, joy is not
made to be
a crumb
and have you
changed your life?
have you tried
to stay alive?
i am trying.
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