1. |
Take Me There
06:54
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In the middle of an empty park
The cool wind scattered the pebbles beside us
You wore your father’s stolen jeans
And made me watch the salmon swim upstream
My shoes were tattered and torn
from the earth, so you decorated them with rose petals
and thorns.
I rinsed them away as I tripped and fell
Into the river and you laughed
And said it was the best thing you’d ever seen
Take me there
I'm still falling in rivers
I'm still swimming upstream
I'm still waiting for still water
Take me there
I'm still falling in rivers
I'm still swimming upstream
I'm still waiting for still water
That day the leaves were auburn
But now they’ve long since fallen down
On the stone cold ground
And the salmon have gone elsewhere
And I don't wear those shoes anymore
They never gave much support
Your jeans hang up in your closet
With the drinks and the paintbrushes. I still love those jeans
I don't know what you don't see
When you look in the mirror as I'm staring in mine
By myself at night, and I know
That you’re there and I'm here
But I keep turning towards the open door to
Take me there
I'm still falling in rivers
I'm still swimming upstream
I'm still waiting for still water
Take me there
I'm still falling in rivers
I'm still swimming upstream
I'm still waiting for still water
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2. |
Disappeared
04:26
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I’m on my way home
After so long
This place is a broken elevator
I can’t take it at all
I’ve hustled through rain
Onto midnight buses and trains
Watching the hands make their way round the clock
Don't know how to stay sane.
What I once knew disappeared
Why am I so lonely out here?
I don't know, i'm still unsure
But I’m on my way home
The hours have passed
I pull up to the place etched in my mind like a card
All of the wax that held me still as a figurine
Has melted apart
But the city has changed
I walk like an alien who crashed his ship
All the streets I used to know have been flipped
And the postcard fades
What I once knew disappeared,
Why am I so lonely out here?
I don't know, i'm still unsure
If I’m even home
Where do I go?
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3. |
Windowless Room
04:59
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I need a new home for myself now.
I built my palace with one pillar and it came crashing down
I’ll make home in a cave out on the forest floor.
If you walk by these woods, I'll build myself a door.
If you give my door a knock, I’ll turn out all the lights,
Lock myself away, stay silent, and hide.
If you still come around day after day,
I’ll light a match and set these branches aflame
In this windowless room I’ll wait
While the cinders and ash outside circulate.
Bright orange all around like the colour around the sun
Setting over the horizon, dipping behind the hills
I miss waiting there when the rain clouds were gone,
But now the flames are raging, and I won’t be here for long
I’m coughing up smoke from all these burning trees.
As the fire spreads, how do I keep myself at ease?
Maybe i’ll rise like a phoenix from the flames,
Bursting out of this reckless mess i made
In this windowless room I’ll wait
While the cinders and ash circulate.
But as soon as your footsteps start rustling the leaves
Or your birds start to call, they won’t find a response.
Don’t come near me, you can’t hear me, I’m better off in theory
Don’t come near me, you can’t hear me
I’d rather set these trees on fire than do what’s required
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4. |
Chasing Fireworks
03:23
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Remember dancing in the crowd under oak trees?
Fireworks cracked in the cool summer air
We danced like not a single soul was around
Just a private concert for you and me
I spun you around underneath those leaves
In the nighttime breeze. Everyone sitting down
Doesn’t notice that you’re falling in love
With the way we danced.
Keep on dancing
No one around us
Our bodies spinning
With bursts of fireworks
Do you remember that day just as well as I do?
Sedentary lifestyle takes its toll
We don’t dance like that much anymore
You'd rather sit on the side and observe
That private concert was a one-time show
Sometimes you and I will dance together again,
And the fireworks crack, and I spin you around
But there's a set of hands that pull you away from me
And our dance is cut short.
But I keep on dancing, no one around me
My mind spinning, chasing those fireworks
Communication is harder than movement
My body spinning, chasing those fireworks
Can I ask you to dance like no one else is around?
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5. |
Blackberry Bush
05:22
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Lights in the hall are burning out
Lemon-scented chemicals linger around
Cabinets are as empty as my wallet and the left side of my bed
Stuck in this box, immobilized,
Sipping black coffee and boxed wine
Searching for a machine I can buy to advance the time
Until I get some daylight in my backyard
And a blackberry bush in my garden
And your delicate voice singing in my kitchen
And the piece of my puzzle to place and feel like a whole person
For now my patience wears thin
As I sleep by the phone waiting for a ring
Your face burst like a meteor through my fragmented screen
I’ll see you sometime in the spring
When I get some daylight in my backyard
And a blackberry bush in my garden
And your delicate voice singing in my kitchen
And the piece of my puzzle to place and feel like a whole person
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