1. |
A Signal in Static
04:22
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Kid, i should've filled you up but i was too empty to move
i buried you and masked you with perfume
and we used to share our static and we laid out all our pain
but your voice had fainted from calling out my name
and you begged for me to silence all the ghosts that line your halls
but i woke up and felt nothing at all
well my empathy eluded me and sent you to your grave
and your apathy has stranded me in gray
and i flew out from the front door for the waking light of day
sank inside myself as your windows faded away
for a moment thought of crawling back and laying in your sheets
but i was young and numb kept walking down your street
well my empathy eluded me and sent you to your grave
and your apathy has stranded us in gray
well my empathy eluded me and sent us to our grave
and your apathy has stranded us in gray
you were penning pent-up fears
as all your ink and blood ran dry
you were fledging your catharsis
and, darling, so was i
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2. |
Inside Outer Space
03:56
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come here, my dear, i'll get you a beer
i saw you across the room, back against veneer
the light show, you glowed, wanted you so bad
well i could see you stare at me, just driving you mad
and by the light of the morning
awaken inside outer space
and by the light of the morning
crave the cuts that turned me gray
we can’t outrun, dull, or numb
the pain in temporal beds
we can’t repair, nor sate, despair with hollow, fractured ends
still by the light of the morning
awaken to a shapeless face
and by the light of the morning
ruminating on our graves
and after all these years of mourning
tangled in purple and blue
satiate my forewarnings
running to return to you
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3. |
Aubergine Dreams
04:16
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found you two weeks deep in a binge
and fraying into fringe
but i don't know, no, i don't know what to do
it's not like you to burn a bridge
now i'm freshly scarred from outer space
trying hard to recall your name but you don't know mine
we'll let this wind on down, catch a ride to some seaside town
where no one knows who we are
watch us vanish into smoke like a drag from
winestore cigars
'bout a quarter century deep in a silhouette
we chainsmoke pipedream cigarettes
and i don't know, no, i dont know what to do
it's just not like you to abdicate your sense
hear the sirens calling now
to chase us out of town - better run
you appear to me so serene, so serene
but i'm screaming for reprieve
in aubergine dreams. in aubergine dreams
kid, i scream
sinking deep back into outer space
hearing your voice call out my name
'cause it echoes in my mind
all the blood dripped right on down
an empty seat on the bus back to town
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4. |
Ghost Writings
03:34
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well nothing lasts forever even though we wish it could
‘cause something always stamps out all the
embers in the wood
and I know self-medicating has you scared and paranoid
always take your hand when you call my name and join you in the void
'cause i'm your boy
but you know i won't keep fighting if your cuts persist their stings
and you know i'll just keep sinking every time the sirens sing
and you know i can't keep following that road to broken crowns
But until then let’s drown the night till we feel less down
cause i'm so down
you don't know where to go
in the flow you don't sing anymore
and I don't know where to go
caught in the shadow of your glow
i’m in your glow
and nothing lasts forever even though we said it will
you curb the pain within me, sweetly, better than those pills
and the ghost writings that line your wall haunt you while you're in bed
just write them down and exorcise those demons from your head
i'm in your head
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5. |
Endless Ends and Means
07:02
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you longed to find the answers from your mother of the world
to subjugate reality with your fingers all still curled
you were a saint and a singer and you'd sculpt your world from clay
you paid no mind to what your priest or prophet had to say
you were the greatest poet that this world will never see
and brimming with your longings ‘fore they vanished into steam
you, you are the sun in my mind
you, you are the sum of my life
but one day you stopped asking why your world was colored blue
no longer did you dissect all the wonder you once knew
you threw away that notebook and you renounced all your songs as shit
cause somewhere down the line you were force-fed to forget
the time you had a future full of endless ends and means
but now the only place that you're safe to sing is deep inside your dreams
you, you are the sun in my mind
you, you are our tongues intertwined
so you craved a place and some shapeless face to breathe some life back in,
into your excessive self-centered lifestyle that had presupposed your sins
but your eyes still sunk when i packed my things and took my soul back east
if you care I swear I'll be careful for the snakes in the greenery
the time you spend inside your mind will always get you through
the world that stole our static and got the best of me and you
you are the sun in my mind
you, you are the glow in my life.
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