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In Search of Isabella
06:34
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I’ll follow you to the prison walls
Bags are packed with all you’ll never need
Makeshift ladders woven from my hands
Up and over, never to be seen again
So now I pass my time among the powerlines
Distant, malcontent, waiting for a sign
Pace from bed to window carving trenches in the floor
Glaciers move to the slowest beat, now they’re scraping at my door
This black winter brings a summer of white noise ringing in my ears
These faded decoys and a bottle of red should keep the animals away
One out of three, but you’re so far ahead
Nine years younger but you seem older now
Empty frames are hanging above you as you sleep
Perfect blank companions for your empty bed
Mountains in our eyes born from gentle foothills
However the plot is twisted, time will end the same
Pace from bed to window carving trenches in the floor
Glaciers move to the slowest beat, now they’re scraping at my door
This black winter brings a summer of white noise ringing in my ears
These faded decoys and a bottle of red should keep the animals away
Didn’t make a lot of money
Didn’t make a lot to show
I hear it’s never less than sunny
Beyond these hills of snow
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Circular
06:12
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It's only the wind
Tears your words away
Delusions that haunt
Promises you fear
Fits that never end
Again and again
Again and again
Don't lose your head again
It's only the darkness
Swallows you whole
These ghost riders
The absence of time
Movements so vital
Flesh that only fails
Don't lose your head again
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Living on Eggshells
06:11
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The night is breathing down our necks
Drifting from a rock to pale skin
Walking these rooftop gardens
My shell begins to break
I've become the easiest target
Crafted from the northern quiet
I hear them calling, always hungry and howling
Move beyond that chip on your shoulder
Wheels of truth will bowl you over
A new day is dawning, yesterday won't stop knocking
Living on eggshells
She asked me what my daydreams could be
A woman's touch or end of days
She had a face you remember
Wrapped with winter and yellow leaves
Even though this youth will fade
After all the scenery's changed
As shadows give way to ghosts
I'll find the hunger remains
I've become the easiest target
Crafted from the northern quiet
I hear them calling, always hungry and howling
Move beyond that chip on your shoulder
Wheels of truth will bowl you over
A new day is dawning, yesterday won't stop knocking
Living on eggshells
Afraid of ourselves so we live in the city
Afraid of ourselves so we live in the city
Afraid of ourselves so we live in the city
Come quiet my noisy mind
I've become the easiest target
Crafted from the northern quiet
I hear them calling, always hungry and howling
Move beyond that chip on your shoulder
Wheels of truth will bowl you over
A new day is dawning, yesterday won't stop knocking
Living on eggshells
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DeSoto
04:38
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My grandfather drove a DeSoto
With an eagle perched above its motor
And its eyes turned from green to amber to red
But only when your right foot turns to lead
Sumner dealt the cards and Rolls Royces
Mister Tracy lived a life devoid of aces
So he flagged a ride downtown and bartered for a gun
First National was emptied in the mid-day summer sun
Do you ever find it strange to be back in your hometown?
Pictures rearranged, bittersweet and incomplete
In this late autumn age, tell me how it all went down
Thoughts unfold on gravel roads, lives flash by at ten over
Marston made his way to the station
Drunken courage armed with a taste for vengeance
The brothers King lived by the book they wrote
With the help of wild friends they stayed afloat
Do you ever find it strange to be back in your hometown?
Pictures rearranged, bittersweet and incomplete
In this late autumn age, tell me how it all went down
Thoughts unfold on gravel roads, lives flash by at ten over
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The Archer Lies Alone
07:33
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Sleep it is to dream
Bodies falling through the cracks
When I turn it is to run
So terrified of making peace
I would give up my last breath
Just to let you wake in peace
Hold the walls from bending in
To swear you'll never leave
Don't bury me alone
Don't bury me alone
I want the same as anyone
Don't bury me
The breaking of the waves
Always tearing at the shore
The shadow that won't fade
Just a black mark hanging on
A signal that won't fade
Resonating in your head
Anything to keep you here
Anything to keep the lights away
Don't bury me alone
Don't bury me alone
I want the same as anyone
Don't bury me
Inside the absence
Inside the chaos of this place
You are an ocean
You are the light that warms my face
Only an echo
The holiest sound to pull me out
You are the one thing
You are the one thing I won't change
For you I'll come running
For you I'll come running back
I will come running
For you I'll come running back
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Astraea
09:13
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[Instrumental]
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A Once Colored Season
07:38
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Frozen air in a room silent
Windows bend to break
Sorry that I couldn't hold the day
Sorry that I was not awake
It's spinning away
It's spinning away again
It's spinning away from here
It's spinning away
It's spinning away again
It's spinning away from me
I will remain
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Red Static
03:08
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[Instrumental]
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Rabbit Hole
05:19
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It was a long shot, yeah, on the off chance that we
Were made of moving parts or moving things
Fix the broken parts, the ugliness
A brand new shine for perfect skin
Stuck in the breakdown lane, no flashing lights
Or tearing gears
No changing lanes
No changing lanes
Did you even see this coming
Or were you just stuck there running in place?
Were you only holding on?
Did you even see this coming
Or were you just stuck there running in place?
Were you waiting for a click?
When a body breaks against its course
No second chance for last reserve
It was an open door, a rabbit hole
A quick descent for slow decay
Stuck in the breakdown lane, no flashing lights
Or tearing gears
No changing lanes
No changing lanes
Did you even see this coming
Or were you just stuck there running in place?
Were you only holding on?
Did you even see this coming
Or were you just stuck there running in place?
Were you waiting for a click?
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Bellwether
06:49
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You push away saints and hide behind sinners
Concerned with pricey wines and cold private dinners
Brown eyes widen as we grow thinner
Roads are lined with orange cones
Warning signs on my way home
Her stitching hour has spun a web of rag and bone
They say you’re sharp, Sharp as a tack
Sharp as your nails across my back
Born with broken eyes And a head of glass
Legs too short to outrun your past
Gripping the wheel on a fog-blinded coast
I know you the least but I miss you the most
What kind of lies must I tell to wake up next to you?
They say you’re sharp, Sharp as a tack
Sharp as your nails across my back
Born with broken eyes And a head of glass
Legs too short to outrun your past
Water-logged and seasick maidens
Eyes peeled for treetop beacons
They say you’re sharp, Sharp as a tack
Sharp as your nails across my back
Born with broken eyes And a head of glass
Legs too short to outrun your past
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Lakebed
07:29
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Bring a flame to your bills, watch it burn through the hills
Try to turn away from the fading of the sun
Poetic colored chalk bleeds on cracked sidewalk
"There's an ocean of greed drowning friends in need"
Rainy afternoons of broken haikus
The gathering storm has a bird's-eye view
With many refinements time has been defined
It lays by your side immune to confinement
They call him the tombstone boy, with his awkward choice of words
He's off to steal a dollar from the girl who feeds the birds
Carving the waves in a stolen boat, commander of the bay
Jumping stones on his way home to find his forgotten key
Come sing to me your ragged symphony
A swarm of gulls, a flock of bees
We were rebels out of lead against a cavalry of talk
My soul gave out, they said it was hard to miss
Hold to a grudge, against what I can't name
Hoping that tomorrow I'm no longer the same
You should have been here to see all of this
We will fear the world as good as it gets
Winter recedes among shadows, burned by an angry moon
We tried every notch on the dial, the sun will rise again
Give it a chance or leave it in dust, consumed by everyone
I could drive this car into the sea and wander far from home
You love to stories of things that drive me wild
Tell me once again, do you live on Park or Pine?
House number five, step inside and find a light
In house number three stands the man I want to be
They call him the tombstone boy, with his awkward choice of words
He's off to steal a dollar from the girl who feeds the birds
Carving the waves in a stolen boat, commander of the bay
Jumping stones on his way home to find his forgotten key
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