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This Exit
04:40
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I kept a note, down where we'd go, when you were sleeping.
I quickly wrote, what we would be when we are grown, but I was deceived
by statues crowned in gold, with tiled, clay cracked soles
that slowly start to dissipate into the sea.
Surrounds above and below, create a space to go,
a refuge, where I will return, when I'm sleeping.
I ascend on sheets of light that slowly fade.
I hear a voice speak truth to me I won't retain.
I see light refract across the film across the sky.
I flinch, return to dirt, turned from the frontier line.
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Falling
02:58
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Dreams of Corrugated
03:21
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Five nights too short a stay, the town still looks the same, old haunts remain.
By twelve the house resets, by one the soul regrets, these empty nests, where I'll sleep.
Same shirt, lost half the day. Make it up, what's there to say? How is there nothing to say?
Venture out into the cold, snow covers all, it all grows old, turns to soil, when I sleep.
And as I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep, I may die before I wake, these tiled soles could start to break.
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Aurora
04:02
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I woke up in the valley, isolated from space.
Detached from the body, minds wander with no case.
Like a spider, I wove me, a little here, little there.
My memory's rented on hard drives, while this cupboard lays bare.
Tomorrow, I'll leave this valley, but can you stay with me tonight, and I'll be fine.
Into your house I wandered, for they said it'd be so.
Your body replaced by flowers, you isolated in stow.
Surrounded by fluorescence, and synthesized bass.
You finally were brought forth, just in time and convenient place.
Tomorrow I'll go to heaven, but can you stay with me tonight, don't leave my sight.
If I fell from grace, tonight, would you carry me one more time?
Bring me north, and shield my eyes, acclimate my sight.
So I can see the northern lights, my eyes, they were too bright.
Clouded by water rushing white, teach me to be here tonight.
I never did see the northern lights, my eyes were too bright.
Limited by this film of a sky, teach me to be here tonight.
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Count Right
05:36
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How long, does it take, does it take, to be?
Relaxed, settled in, laid back, set free.
From my plight, from this worry, from the ambiguity.
Lord, can't you see the weight pressed on me, Lord have pity on me.
And the chorus shook their head, and collectively they read, "all things work
together for good to those that love Him."
I could sing all the days, all the days, I have left.
But what would come of the screech from my breath?
It does not bear fruit, empty words ride my breath.
Oh lord, can't you see, the cracks and faults within me. Lord have pity on me.
And the chorus shook their heads, and collectively they read, "they will
devour, and even there, sacrifice with shouts of joy."
Wait and see prescribed by fate, the tiles will begin to break. Mix water, sand together and wait.
The tiles begin to crack. Unique shapes come flooding back. Rearrange the mess to something that
altogether takes a new form. New pattern, colors, become the norm. Mosaic sets, weathers the storm.
Those it may be just for the night, this refuge will suit this flight. Dig out a hole, let in the light.
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Someday I won't come back here.
Someday I won't return.
Someday I'll sing about this.
Someday I'll find the words.
Someday I won't come back here.
Someday I won't return.
Someday I'll sing about you.
Someday I'll find the words.
Seal some echos up inside.
Some will pass away, some will stay the night.
Bathe in water rushing white.
Wash your face, and turn towards the light.
Someday I won't come back here.
Someday I won't return.
Someday I'll sing about you.
Someday I'll find words.
Someday I'll walk beside you.
Our stride will be so strong.
And all wounds will be mended.
And we can carry on.
Thou it be toil and strife.
I'll pitch my tent and stay the night.
Find peace in familiar sights.
I will stay, I will abide.
Someday, it will be over.
The work will harden with time.
Let it all bear fruit.
Not consume, but give life.
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