1. |
Glassing Spiders
03:31
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Wrapped around your fingers
Spinning circles into squares
Who cares
Always a square peg
Feeling like you want it all
I’ve got to get more comfortable grasping the thorn
I’m already glassing spiders with more ease than before
Now every night there’s locks of hair stuck in my dreamcatcher
Could sketch your face without you there
Feeling like you want it all
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2. |
Dreamstation
03:20
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Dreamstation, selection process
Theatre slips in quietly
Time draws unused maps to the surface
Head north until you hit the sea
I’m in I’m out, hurt to drive away
Without you, babe
Your hair’s up, your hair’s down
Hurt to drive away
Without you
Sell a piece of mine
To attain piece of mind
It’s such a fuzzy feeling
No-one reads what you write
Write down what you like
Send it out there into an open space
Where all the changes that you make
Reserved opinions delayed
It’s all one big mistake
I’m in I’m out at the dream station
Wake me up
I’m north I'm south at the dream station
I can’t wake up
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3. |
Garden Of Eden
04:32
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So what have you done
To be holding the gun
You’ve got to feel like you won’t
Feel anymore
You’ve got to feel like you will
See nothing to kill
I’ve got no-one to hear now
Sold on a fault
Is the air of a fawn
I wanna feel like you don’t
On the fall of the sun
Sing all the time
“You gotta be a little less”
I’m gonna fall in the time
Of the year is the now
Feel like a wave at the fall of the season
Sold down the way but you don’t wanna hear it
Feel like a kid in the garden of eden
What a strange feeling
You gotta feel like you will
Feel nothing to kill
I’ve got no-one to stop me now
We’ll underfund blame the sponge on the munge
Don’t wanna feel like a gun
In the company of one
I told her all about my life and she tried to tell me
To stop being me and to leave through the trees
Feel like a wave but you fall in the ceiling
Sold down the way but you don’t wanna hear it
Feel like a king in the garden of eden
What a strange feeling
Love is alive in the heart of the ceiling
Fade down to grey simple days slipping away
Feeling like shit in the garden of eden
What a great feeling
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4. |
Boy, I've Got It All
03:34
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My minds been jumping hoops
Wrapped in photo booth
Flashes of your face
Those vibrant and pale waves
Which softly frame your face
Just keep appearing
Can’t help but encourage the memory
Attempts to stop the image from fading
Your voices secret tone stroking my ear
These lay-by lyrics won’t save me now
You’ve taken me in I’ve fallen down
Should have left me out on the back seat
You don’t feel, how I feel
That’s alright, any night
You want what you don’t know
Anymore than you
Ever will let on
Boy I’ve really got it all
The bar closed we head we head out to the cold
With you the temperature it rose
A flowing silhouette I’ve met too late
The oven’s got your veggie concoctions in
And you’re sitting on the floor waiting
I’m leaning on the counter sipping gin
You don’t feel, how I feel
That’s alright, any night
You want we can be here
Together near
Flames just won’t appear
With other firelighters here
Boy I’ve really got it all
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5. |
Regrets
02:17
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Regrets, I’ve got a tonne
Not lingering on your pale blue eyes for one
I know, that you
Won’t have gave a second thought or more at night like I do
I feel, like she
Won’t ever be alone again at least not with me
To be, the one
To who just all of your thoughts surround
Regrets, I’ve got a tonne
Not lingering on your pale blue eyes for one
I know, that you
Won’t have gave a second thought or more at night like I do
At home, when I lie
To myself, and in bed
Do you think of this mess
Or are you sleeping soundly wrapped up in the comfort of having no
Regrets, cause I’ve got a tonne
Not lingering on your pale blue eyes for one
I know, that you
Won’t have gave a second thought or more at night like I do
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6. |
Wind My Spring
02:41
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I can’t wind my spring
Without you
I don’t wind my spring
On Sundays
Became obsessed with your song whilst reading the book
Where you started writing the song
The book was based on
Waiting to hear from Midori
Where the meadow ends and the woods begin
Walks every Sunday
Quarter of a century and still turning stones
Playing 51 songs at a funeral
It’s nice to be loved I imagine
I can’t wind my spring
Without you
I don’t wind my spring
On Sundays
Became obsessed with your song whilst reading the book
Where you started writing the song
The book was based on
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