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Sketches
07:16
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careful now
forgetting how
tread the in between
the out of reach
a fallout
where i could be
taken down where love descends
i should be left to the sun
i should be turned inside out
i should be left to the blue
yet i want to live to bloom
forgetting how
and some start
this worth to love
where some sunrise
gleams to endless night
the rest will know
where lands the blow
and crushed to bleed
in your sea for a fall to bring
i should be left to your love
where i fall to light above
i should be left to the blue
yet i want to live to bloom
forgetting now
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2. |
Abandon
03:31
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well i know the old you know the road
the spark that fires at night
the spell that cast me into your own
the red in bed where you lie
for the world to see
sometimes i wish i could grab a hold
in abandon beside your own
turning in arms in your only skin
the spell that sees me to the wind
there’s something happening
on my breath to see
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3. |
Cassandra
08:08
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you’re some surprise
that you’re not
cassandra, i knew it from the start
you’ve read my secrets
you’ve known me all and entire
it scares me now
the way reason fell to bloom
on the white nights
a further wild
you’ve read my secrets
you’ve known me all and entire
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4. |
At Winter's End
05:19
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i will
the light of spring
will you at winter’s end
the rest, the weight
the world, your god
in red
the sun is lost to love
we are 20 centuries dead
anyhow
idiot
don’t think too small
heaven knows where i belong
don’t rest, don’t move
don’t walk, don’t lose
in red
the sun is lost to love
we are 20 centuries dead
anyhow
a sacred love upon me
heaven knows
where i belong
don’t rest, don’t move
don’t walk
hold your ground
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5. |
Ghost In Me
05:42
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i was made to see you
i was made to touch you
where are you?
in the atmosphere?
or in the jatinga lights
where the birds die
you hang over me
god of nothing
by the pavement steps and the water lines
the red of my blood is the same shade as your light
and i don’t know, if anything is that different at all
i was made to know you
i was turned inside you
lover blue
in the bright white nights
when the sky fell around me
where you sold me to sea
your ghost in me
love of nothing
by the pavement steps and the water lines
the red of my blood is the same shade as your light
and i don’t know, if anything is that different at all
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do i arrive in sin
a birth to repent
laying down
start to say
what will come
so fully formed
i am blind to your light
for the sins of kin
repentant with life to come
for a jatinga fall
cut from her womb
i was born to lovers end
a love to repent
what will be
wilder within
upon the sound
so fully formed
lived to find i’m better left blind
yesterday is better left alone
i am let down and worn around
for a winter light
to take me down
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7. |
Newsun
04:23
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remind me of your smell
the soft taste of your lips
the red between your legs
the dark between your knees
now you’re free of my eyes
you’re a ghost in my mind to find
the black dress that you wore
take it off leave it by the door
i won’t come here no more
it’s just that the wasted years still remain
in my memory in my head
remind me that i am not
the second star or the first to rot
and sometimes when i think that i am
i forget you and this has to end
but the forgotten are only so for a while
and then the memories start to creep up
when i’m alone and waiting for the sun
this is a call these are words to right
this is my song of the night
when i’ll wait for the call to autumn
when i’ll be some other fight
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