1. |
Halfway
04:55
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there’s no light to signal the dawn
there’s no right to a swan song
it’s typical, I’m being difficult
and you’re so sweet taking it slow for me
in summer the spiders descend
come over and crawl into bed
where webs weave when we don’t speak
but I can’t tell you everything that I think
because I think we’re wrong
there’s no light to signal the dawn
there’s no right to a swan song
it's typical of when we’re communicating
I’m here and then I’m gone
and it’s not some failed force of will
when doubt comes and it kills
the ghost in the shell, it’s so hard not to tell you
I think we’re wrong
I know you’re so unsure of you and I
but I’m walking up the hill
so meet me halfway
and we’ll be fine
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2. |
Without Work
03:53
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lift the lid you wish your mother did
but she never came out
on the other side you and your brother try
to learn the language
the language of love is a language with no words
but closing the door is making it worse
let 100 roses bloom
no love comes without work
made to take the neighborhood weight
you’re just like Jesus
but the martyr’s cost of the crown & cross gets heavy
you’re done with language
and I understand
if nobody speaks then no one gets hurt
but no love comes without work
open your door, you're making it worse
let 100 roses bloom
no love comes without work
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3. |
(more than) Bad Luck
03:32
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it’s got nothing to do with not enough
it’s got nothing to do with sweating the smaller stuff
when it feels like the rain was made for you
it’s more than bad luck
your worst fears are coming true
and you’re wondering how much is too much bad luck
your worst fears are coming true
and it feels like bad luck in bloom
if it’s got something to do with what I brought,
tell me so; I’ll pick another rose, got a dozen in the plot
bleedin’ that garden, dead by June
it's more than bad luck
your worst fears are coming true
and you’re wondering how much is too much bad luck
your worst fears are coming true
and it feels like bad luck in bloom
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4. |
Wings Over Madison
03:58
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wings over Madison
dark birds in my sky
they keep circling
the longer we drive
in our city of shadows
where sleeping dogs lie
with you riding shotgun
we can run but we can’t fly
when things we make shift with weight and our bough breaks
let it break
let it fall
fall in love
in love or bereft
what’s left was in the stars
like wings over Madison
wings over Madison
thinking “I Never Came”
I keep my hands working
but things don’t feel the same
in our city of shadows
chasing out the light
with you riding shotgun
I pretend I don’t hear you cry
when things we make shift with weight and our bough breaks
let it break
let it fall
fall in love
in love or bereft
what’s left was in the stars
like wings over Madison
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5. |
Baby in a Sunbeam
04:44
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you beat me right, you beat me all night
but some dogs never learn
the difference between what you say and what you mean
this time do you mean "stay"?
there’s a darker grey headed our way
the courage to run, to disobey, could save me
baby in a sunbeam
I’m running the stairs, there’s Danny in a chair
waitin’ on his horse to come
chasing a beam down hallways in dreams
what do you mean when you say “speak”?
I try to be your dog, I heel when you walk
I only beg when I’m bare and you’re barely there
baby in a sunbeam
it was a hawk up in that tree
did you know it then?
did it really have eyes for me?
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6. |
Watching You Change
04:04
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it never waits
love is a dog from hell
so unlock your gate and run
or be here now, in cold blood
full moon
the howls at night
are the hounds of love you hear
they call your name
I’m watching you change
it never lasts
long enough
morning comes too soon
and the hunt is on to someone new
full moon
the howls at night
are the hounds of love you hear
they call your name
I’m watching you change
your little death
stretch your legs
arch your back
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7. |
The Need to Fail
03:50
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from on high
just over your head
the beating, beating
when does it end?
the need to fail
on stray sod
the need to know
you won’t find a better ghost show
waiting on that rhythm
to still the quiet tableau
of dishes in the sink
I think it’s the need
The need to fail
on stray sod
the need to know
you won’t find a better ghost show
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8. |
The Low Hum
04:23
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a thousand black holes
pin pricks with little names
every encounter is holy
freeing myself
is freeing you
to let us both in to heaven
on this side of Atwood at night
we listen for the low hum
of low flying jets on a joy-ride
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