1. |
You Won't Drown
05:28
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2. |
My Love
02:42
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Does it matter where I walk, can I be here without catching your fingers
Didn’t think I’d fall here, Didn’t think I’d be hearing these words I’ve taken to talking
Did I betray an unwillingness, do I will you now to know
Does it matter where I stand, can I be here without rubbing the salt in
Can I word it, people this place with endless letters, our unborn children my love
Who will I ever find to be as tender and will I want him
I’m not over, over you
Does it matter how we speak, with too much ease and affection
As if my day doesn’t set while yours rises
But you were a question I lived do we still wait for my reply
Does the whispered fearful love
Not count now that I’ve trodded a future peace
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3. |
Testing You
04:05
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We hit 120 on the 45
Its movie lighting can I just turn round and say it
These rolling lands are a pallet for our dreams and frustrations
Its been four weeks, there’s been times we couldn’t take it
Its been four weeks, there’s been times we couldn’t take it
Two birds do a daring white dance
One hesitates and catches my front headlights
I lost a tear on the landscape of my temple and cheekbone
Did you notice, is that why you had to say it
Did you notice, is that why you had to say it
They’re just testing you
Even the comfort of our discomfort
I hesitate but its been too long for faking
Your smile is movie lighting but I can’t turn round and say it
Its been four long years we thought we could reach out and just take it
Its been four long years we thought we could reach out and just take it
They’re just testing yo
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4. |
Hornet's Nest
05:02
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5. |
Impossible Witness
05:50
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6. |
Exile
03:34
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Reclaiming, the Green the Sweet
The Swing my Gait the Ease
Proclaiming, the Shape the Form
The Mould, the Earthen Jar
Stripping it down, Away
Lightening the load, the Years abate
You are my country, I am your throne
This is an exile, entirely my own.
Do you believe in words in will
In creating the past to our liking
What is belief when bodies are nations
Power release, in my surrender
To, The Green, the Sweet
The Swing, the Gait, my Ease
Embracing, the Shape, the Form
The Mould, the Earthen Jar
Letting it down, let it all go away
Weighing the load as the months stay
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7. |
Origin of Song
04:31
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8. |
Hold You Down
04:18
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He said it best, How can I compete
And trap words on a page
When you refuse to be caught in such a way
And your beauty as winning as it is, Defies my sight
When the view to your own self, does more to tantalize
We all wanna be, we all wanna help
We see a chance at our redemption
We only wanna be, we only wanna help
We see a chance at our redemption
In your favour and your cares
Its been the worst, I think for you
Between that rock and the firmness you’ve caught yourself in
And the teacher and your own child, Darken your eyes
With the possibilities that only seem to reach
And not to take
When chance you never seem to fear, we look to you as to a hope
That lightness must not always suffer fate
And yet we hold you down
With worries and with doubt
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9. |
Pessimist
04:47
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10. |
All I Have to Give
03:52
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Spinning round in my sand, as it surely hours down
All this heat turns to glass, like a lightening storm bolt
As you’re tossed in my wake, at the edge of my firmament
And projected to stay, like these flickering reels
What kind of love is this, where I’m hesitant to call you my own
And still I cannot clear the greed of you casting for compliments of all I have to give
Yet lets call it the truth, facts have sunk me thus far
Is this blessed by ordeal, or are you meeting out baptism
Here I’ll love you again, each time bearing you less
Less to feel sorry for, less to come back to me for, less is the most that I tenderly give
What kind of love is this, where I cannot help but call you my own
Now that you’ve given all to me there is no casting for compliments of
All you have to give
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