1. |
Confidence
04:57
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Before shadows call again,
Bells are tolling hours spent.
In a world of confidence,
Words are meant for following.
Shapes and colors pass aside against,
Blue and black waves in the water.
Take comfort from your service...
To the crowning jewel of
Paintings blurred, too nervous...
Passions cooled in silence.
By reigning as a serpent
Whose blinding lack of purpose,
And spoken words of darkness,
Are the meaning of an absence.
In which case, you'd be judged against,
An introspective audience.
Where hearts and minds collide instead,
Time and fear are joined again.
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2. |
Stone Bridges
05:03
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Don't you ever walk away?
Light the stars and burn the day?
You see, I've crossed a bridge of stone.
Back and forth, by steps of bone.
Chorus
I thought I'd try to stray like Jane.
Run my course and taste the pain.
With another voice I shame,
Try to play the shadow's game
Don't you ever hear her sound?
Through the mountains calling out?
Our little portrait near and far,
Hides from what we think we are.
Chorus
I thought I'd try to stray like Jane.
Run my course and taste the pain.
With another voice I shame,
Try to play the shadow's game
I'll cast my stone,
Just to see how it feels.
I walk alone. <repeat>
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3. |
Watch Where You Step
05:14
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Sit out some mistakes,
Take the long way.
Need different time frames,
To write the murderous things you say.
Sort the same old sweet lies playing music out of rusty phonographs.
Slip to a favorite line,
Brought to fine old age.
Shove the ships away,
Bought by stylish ladies rage.
Sing the same bloody songs scratching fingers on nameless graves.
Ohhhhhh Oh Hoooooo!
I see that Yates says,
Watch where you step,
And dream like crazy.
Only me?
Bring our guns to bear,
And signal ships to sail.
Draw new lines to break,
And capture captain's cruel tale.
Sort the same old sweet lies playing music out of rusty phonographs.
Ohhhhhh Oh Hoooooo!
I see that Yates says,
Watch where I step,
And dream like crazy.
Only me.
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4. |
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When you walk you silence,
Silent moons... moons pave your way.
Moving through... through the twilight,
Cresting on, cresting on a wave.
A shallow shadow whisper
Falling like raindrop petals.
Blood red roses crackle;
Burn out at lightest touch.
Sink beneath cold stone layers,
Crush all... all your hate.
Live for... for the heart,
Leave blood, blood in your wake.
It calls you,
Calling you...
Cold and numb,
Cold and numb.
Then you see,
The melody.
Then you see,
Then you see.
I just know,
I just know,
What to do with you. <repeat>
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5. |
White Lilies
06:34
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White lilies
Across a white bow
An old broken tree
Darkness
In the clouds and tide
Some meaning
Freedom
White lilies are her hands
She phones and says that she's afraid.
White lilies in her hair
So much... She calls me away.
I open my eyes
And see her
Staring back
It's so perplexing
While moving her grey eyes
Back and forth
I am cold as the marble walls.
Mmmmmmhmmmmm....
White lilies,
Drown in my sea.
Separating petals,
Twist in misery.
White lilies,
Running away or standing still?
What did I see?
And you..
White Lilies.
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6. |
Sing To The Moon
03:48
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Healthy and Hungry,
Talk about Virtue.
A walking revelation,
Waking like petals.
Flowering by moonlight
(flowering by moonlight
awake in the world)
Bring back to shelter
(bring back to shelter)
Our sweet crystal love.
A taste of our future
(a taste of our future)
Lying and sleeping.
Given your specter,
(given your specter)
I'd be walking alone.
(I'd be walking alone)
Give me your heart
You'll be singing alone.
Give me your heart
And sing to the moon.
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7. |
King's Garden
06:57
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Away from your splendor,
A cold wind she blows
In spite of your silence.
A harsh light...
You know?
Safely, in violence,
A sweet star above...
Hurt and desire
So far below.
The King cries out for more...
Dismay, at surrender...
Where white hours await.
Decay, so hollow,
A message it makes.
The King cries out for more...
His garden grows,
A sickly sore.
His garden grows,
A sickly sore.
His back now turned,
Against a wall,
They'll have his head,
Have his head.
His garden grows,
A sickly sore.
His garden grows,
A sickly sore.
There's a dagger in his poisoned mind,
His garden grew,
A sickly sore...
He wants more.
The King cries out for more...
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8. |
Into The Water
06:35
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