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Fall Off
05:02
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I play pretend games in the flickering light
that I am yours and you are mine
you fall of the edge of my mind
and I don't think you can climb back up
no, I don't think that I can fall back in love with you
And I should be screaming or breathing a sigh of relief
you're two black eyes orbiting heartbeats that burst
from your chest, that's all you are
the headful of thoughts and the lungful of words
that I needed got lost in this terrible trivial ritual leaving only scars
And I'm changing
this is not who I am, this is not who you are
and I'm changing
still you fall off the edge of my heart
I play pretend games in the flickering light
that I am yours and you are mine
and everything will be all right
someday
sometime
someday
sometime
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2. |
Other End
03:06
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Vacuum, where this life will end
signals, hear, receive and send
gaze a hole straight through the floor
voices on the other end
I wasn't deceived by you
all that I believed was true
I cannot connect anymore
colors, movement, nothing new
Birds return with shadowflocks
paint the acre black with dots
an aging signal, empty shell
landing on the mountain rocks
I wasn't deceived by you
all that I believed was true
I have nothing left to tell
cut the timeline right in two
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3. |
Youth
04:04
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look at the youth polluting the air
on your ten year lifespan
copy yourself, you'll render it reckless
you are the source of your echo
there is something in you that never dies
inside of me
something lost, something lost in time
it is a hopeless flight
did you
end up
doing
something
too long?
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4. |
Armstrong
07:26
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A dead end that feels like a new beginning
a blessing to see the circles you're running round in
a conqueror of tiny things
the autumn leaves caught in the wind
a train-track halt so deafening, it's a new start
it's a new start
A calling to arms in the screaming wind
it pounds in your face
but nothing's sinking in
standing up for something
it's boiling underneath your skin
but nothing's is sinking in, it's the old ways haunting
it's the old ways
Well love and loss
all the costs of living
ticking in your heart
a broken record, skipping beats
it still repeats, there's nothing left to see here
nothing worth our love
nothing worth our touch
nothing worth our time
nothing worth our grace
nothing worth our love
We're going out to space dear
we'll follow after armstrong
it's what we deserve
it's where we belong
it's where we belong
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