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Beacon
04:09
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For a moment I felt like a fool
after spilling all my guts at your knees
when it wasn't enough to interpret me.
So you had to cut me open
but I had to heal.
The nervous air; I feel it's effect,
it's like a drug that takes me on a trip back to the edge
- I feel the ground escape my feet and I'm afraid of heights.
Still it's more like I'm sinking when I watch how you rise.
It takes a lot to give a little,
barely enough to even try.
You'll have to cut me open
to light the beacon in my eyes.
It takes a lot to give a little
and much more to even try.
Keeping count how many glimpses of light that got through
took you no further than the sun through cloudy skies
before the beacon in my eyes sunk deeper into me.
But when you cut me open
I only bleed.
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Dying Veins
01:13
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I told them not to visit,
not until the beating of my pulse
meets the softly streaming of a dying vein.
The slowly fading of a juvenile certainty.
The amber brightness hits the skin of people waiting in grief.
What's left to see?
I lift my skinny arms towards the sun, I'm hers to keep.
I won't fall asleep with the bruises of my past,
those very words you spoke has lead me all this time
but the way I see it,
I'd never make it anyhow.
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Daydreamer
03:13
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Falling behind.
Another day spent stagnant each passing moment.
There's so many places to go
that nothing could keep up to the pace,
time would have to slow down.
So I fall behind.
I've got my gaze glued to the back of my own eyelids,
still I need a closer look to know what's really there.
And what is the horizon but an infinite distance?
Where the sun goes down is where the day ends.
But one day
I will stand at tomorrowmornings doorstep
and walk away.
Daydreams just aren't enough to get you high.
(To get you by)
Stare further into the distance
and my eyelids start gaining weight.
One can't always be that strong,
to lift the burden and carry on.
(And carry on)
But one day
I will stand at tomorrowmornings doorstep
and walk away.
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4. |
A Story Better Lived
04:51
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Each moment is a statement
but we're at loss for words.
So when it comes for me to speak up
everything is slurred.
I'll give hours for a second of your time and your attention.
I'll trade my voice to cut the distance.
If you would only listen.
Tangled up in your labyrinth of eyes,
I'll just hope that I'll be fine since I won't find my way out.
Tangled up in your labyrinth of eyes
and I won't find my way out.
Left wayward, speechless, and dying to begin
a story better lived.
Tangled up in your labyrinth of eyes
and you're so hard to figure out.
I see no reason in riddles but at least they're more pleasant than lies.
Each moment is a statement
we fail to understand,
it happens all the time and will happen again.
They're never loud enough for anyone to listen,
but those words are too sincere to go wasted on whispers.
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