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All the Loose Ends
05:27
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(Instrumental)
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Old Fashion, New Passion
02:28
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We're out all night and we sleep all day
And wait for meteors to show us the way
Living on liquid we extract from the ground
Burying our bones where they will never be found
My arms are strange to the feel of the touch
But at the same time never wanted so much
We'll heed the demons and we'll shut out our peers, and with
Our liquid courage we can live without fear
And she waits, and I wait
For the day it will stay
And she waits, and I wait
For the way we will say...
The flames are fanned with a flick of her wrist
I never dreamt that it could feel like this
Electric currents from my feet to my fists
A million suns could never shine through the mists that
We seem to draw when we escape in the dark
My body's charge becomes a perilous spark
Ignites the fire that resides in our hearts, on this
Private stage we gladly both play our parts
And she waits, and I wait
For the day it will stay
And she waits, and I wait
For the way we will say...
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3. |
A Good VD Gift
03:33
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I love it when you laugh, and even when you tease
I love to lay awake and listen to you breathe
I'm sorry that you're far away, I hate it when you're gone
But every week is bearable, cuz I'll see you before long
You have the patience of a saint
I'm glad for that, because a smart man I ain't
You shine brighter than any star
I always want to be where you are
I will stare into your eyes all night as my prize
I know sometimes I say some pretty silly things
But I take my consolation in the laughter that it brings
In twenty-eight days we'll lay upon the shore
As long as it's with you, there's nothing I want more
So place a gentle hand in mine
And leave it there for all of time
I know true beauty must be
This angel lying next to me
And I will gaze into her eyes all night as my prize
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Boy/Girl: Part 5
04:28
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Quickly comes the close of day
The storm has chased the sun away
Some hearts should never be broken
Some words should never be spoken
And now there's nothing left to say
Flowerpot shattered on the floor
Nothing grows here anymore
Silence hangs where the pot once hung
Worse than a curse in any tongue
As the flower's slowly blowing out the door
And the signs were there
But they were so unaware
You just can't see past the tip of your nose
When you're staring deeply into eyes like those
And in the stillness approaching fast
The sobbing sun, the storm has passed
Apologetic thoughts exchanged
The hanging garden rearranged
But like all good things, they should know it just won't last
And the signs are there
But they just don't care
You just can't see past the tip of your nose
When you're slowly drowning in eyes like those
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The Escape
05:53
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The headlights are our vanguard
In the rearview civilization slowly fades away
Your head rests on my shoulder
My feeble words cannot describe this love that we have made
They must know we're gone by now
That world of pages, world of cages never held the key
The lake unfolds before us
It wouldn't be so beautiful without you next to me
Wherever we go is where we are
It's our sacred place, so close yet so far
And I'll be your sky, and you'll be my star
Wherever we go is where we are
The moonlight is our candle
Reflected on the stillest waters eyes have ever seen
A breeze floats through the trees
And I've forgotten until now that air can be this clean
You trace lines on my back with your fingers
Spelling out our names and favorite songs
All I can do is hold you close
Soon we'll be home wishing for our next escape to come along
Wherever we go is where we are
It's our sacred place, so close yet so far
And I'll be your sky, and you'll be my star
Wherever we go is where we are
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6. |
Doll House
03:10
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(Instrumental)
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