1. |
Gloomy Sunday
03:09
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Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless
Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless
Little white flowers will never awaken you
Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thought of ever returning you
Would they be angry if I thought of joining you?
Gloomy Sunday
Gloomy is Sunday, with shadows I spend it all
My heart and I have decided to end it all
Soon there'll be candles and prayers that are sad I know
Let them not weep let them know that I'm glad to go
Death is no dream for in death I'm caressing you
With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you
Gloomy Sunday
Dreaming, I was only dreaming
I wake and I find you asleep in the deep of my heart, here
Darling, I hope that my dream never haunted you
My heart is telling you how much I wanted you
Gloomy Sunday
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2. |
Feather (Live)
02:24
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He said I was brave
As my knuckles hit the pavement
With years of seconds spent
Tucked behind my ears
Waiting for life to begin
Is this what you're going for?
Is this what you're made of?
Is this what you're going for?
Is this what you're made of?
She's light as a feather
She floats to the ground
And when she hits
She doesn't make a sound
And she's off and running
In search of a crown
And you can try
But you cannot take her down
She scours the city
For eyes to call home
The longest nights are ones she spends alone
A head full of dreams
Hard eyes full hope
Where she stops no one ever really knows
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3. |
Airborne
03:48
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peel back the skin
pin the giants to the wall
look at their wings
touch the dust that made them fall
coins to the river
breath to the dandelion
dream in the warren
to be one of those fighting
No one knows how
they just hit the speed and drive
the speed and drive
out of no way and nothing
scratching to be alive
to be alive
the ones that win
pin the medals to the wall
flashing their rings
prize for answering the call
coins to the river
breath to the dandelion
dream in the warren
to be one of those fighting
no one knows how
it's just the way things are
math of the airborne
another day worn
another day worn
No one knows how
they just hit the speed and drive
the speed and drive
out of no way and nothing
scratching to be alive
to be alive
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4. |
Broken Birds
01:42
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you carry your jewel between your teeth
no kisses for the drunken thief
he might pluck it from your lips, my friend
tell me, where would you be then?
little venus medusa, don't look
don't look him in the eye, if you want
if you want to keep yourself tonight
are we finally here again
rain down your mouth on me
are we finally here again
give the winds up, helm to lee
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5. |
Different Mistakes
01:37
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Days were falling around me
Like paper birds
Mistakes and miscalculations
And all my broken words
Gimme gimme gimme a plan
Gimme gimme gimme a place to stand
Gimme gimme gimme your hand
Let us make different mistakes
Chases herself in circles
Tracing the same old misdeeds
And tries to find a way out
And walks the line carefully, carefully
Change the subject when she can
I'm alright, of course I am
Gimme gimme gimme a plan
Gimme gimme gimme a place to stand
Gimme gimme gimme your hand
Let us make different mistakes
Gimme gimme gimme a damn
Gimme gimme gimme everything and
Gimme gimme gimme your hand
Days were falling around me
Like paper birds
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6. |
Remember
02:15
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Your hands around my waist
I'm at fever-pitch
Least that's the way that I remember it
Your gaze trained on my face
How do I keep you looking at me that way
My hands around your waist
You're at fever-pitch
Least that's the way that I remember it
My gaze trained on your fingertips
How do I let this slip away?
I'll keep the fires burning
I'll wait here safe at home
I won't give myself away
And I can't let go
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7. |
Pretty Brave
04:11
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you always thought you were so self-reliant
till you found yourself sitting in the house of giants
at the edge of every wrong word
the balance might break
open up the wounded
admit your mistakes
and it's pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty tonight
hanging by the backdoor waiting round for lightning to strike
give me that moment you've been holding onto
for your whole goddamn life
it's gonna be that kinda night
and it's one bottle two bottles three bottles five
the dice rolls and their eyes all come back empty
I'm walking home alone to songs that you sent me
I'm taking bets from the bench
and measuring out the stakes
on if tonight's the night I'll finally be brave
and it's pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty the lights
of the carousel as it turns and passes by
give me that moment you've been holding onto
for your whole goddamn life
it's gonna be that kinda night
and it's one bottle two bottles three bottles five
my fist is at the ready
clenched with pretty little secrets to hide
and it's one bottle two bottles three bottles five
naked and clumsy these fingers won't find their footing
your pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty voice will be my undoing
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8. |
Great Escape
01:25
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Beautiful complications
With your eyes like birds
They're poised, they're poised for flight
Bypassing self-preservation
Undone
Any closer and the whole sky will ignite
Spreading hands
Towards the sun
Counting time
You're touching my body
The fear in me disappears
I don't know how you found your way down here
You're touching my body
The strength in me disappears
But then it's too late
You've made your great escape
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9. |
Tiny
03:56
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