1. |
r.i.p. the glove
03:04
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when we were on the roof
i could feel the moon pull
pull me close to you
closer than i should go
to telegraph
all my wishful thinking
to make this last
last beyond the evening
watching from the floor
knowing that i won’t be
the ribbon on your throat
wrapped around you always
but i can be the glass
of anything you’re drinking
i can be the bell
the bell you’re always ringing
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2. |
black on black
03:08
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in the longest dream
when we finally slept
falling leaves filled the street
with golds and reds
driving back alone
lit a cigarette
curled back into bed
to let the sun reset
skipping meals
i’ve been champagne sick
sleeping pills or
anything to dream again
getting all worked up
like a new year’s kiss
i can see the risk
but it’s easy to forget
slightest shifts
fingertips
circle on a snare
drawing closer till
kissing back
all the black on black
in the headlights off the bridge
in the Automatic hiss
in the past
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3. |
west ghost
00:24
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4. |
little birds
03:02
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called it a night while the sun set
watched the light drain out of the wall
little birds in the dark filling the sound
i wanna know what it’s like to be so sure
to feel so right ending it all
but i don’t let it cross my mind that much anymore
look at me, all “alive” and everything
all for spite but all the same
letting all the wrong notes ring
while the right ones fade away
started a fight when i came downstairs
out looking for blood
so sick of the quiet, just mad at myself
because i’m trying to make it about me now
like i’ve always done
i wish i could write anything else
than just me, all in love again and again
i guess some things just don’t change
i wish you two could meet
i wish an awful lot these days
someone painted your name
on the brick of h & j
i still go out of my way
just to see it
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5. |
inside smoking
01:23
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whisky ok
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6. |
solstice
04:18
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if it must come down
might as well let it come down quickly
while my hands are raw, while my face is numb
might as well while my ears are still ringing
i know all good things end
just never been any good at knowing when
curl back in bed, let the sun reset
for the longest night of no dreams again
let the wind take the golds and reds
drown this scene in grey and white
turn this street into one i don’t recognize
trapped in ice for the meantime
it’s so easy to forget for me
i’ve never had to try
always been easy to let go
i do it all the time
i don’t see
why it won’t be tonight
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