1. |
are these actual miles?
04:02
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throw a stone up at your window, let it fall,
we can talk about the gravity and all,
because you're the apple of my eye, my dear,
but it's been a long time since apples meant a thing,
a long time since apples meant a thing.
it's grave dear, it's grave dear, it's grave,
when you don't know who to burn and who to save,
your teeth are tombstones that bite into my eyes,
but it is the holes that let the sunlight inside.
and i don't know, why the buildings look so,
full of strain, from my window.
but in the night we're nothing-treachery and flesh
and breath that won't come easy,
this is all that i have left.
you're inside, you're inside, inside,
you're a dusty little fiction of my tiny little mind,
but it's the gravity that pins you to my side,
that is the last thing that i pray for at night.
and i don't know, why the buildings look so,
full of strain, from my window.
but in the night we're nothing- treachery and flesh
and breath that won't come easy,
this is all that i have left.
you are all that i have left,
you are all that i have left.
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2. |
the towers
03:22
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i see, what you see, the towers, the towers,
they will break and bend and buckle, destroy
the poor passing heart, of some foreign boy,
who is begging forgiveness, from his lover,
by saying that
‘the day started early, then burnt out our eyes,
cracked all our ribcage and crawled right inside-
we watered the bodies, they flowered, they flowered
and a lifetime of language is breaking before you,
your body splits open and the words just keep pouring out of you’
i see, what you see, the towers, the towers,
they will break and bend and buckle, destroy
the poor passing heart, of some foreign boy,
who is begging forgiveness, from his lover,
by saying that
‘my eyes are made of glue for you,
i’m sticking with me,
but when the river bursts it's banks,
you'll find it running down my cheek
we watered the bodies, they flowered, they flowered
and a lifetime of language is breaking before you,
your body splits open and the words just keep pouring out of you’
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3. |
time to rest
04:07
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was not yet dawn when we left, the thunder had woke us,
we crawled into night, with your hand in my hand,
i lifted it to the night and i shook when you gave me,
a candle to hold, in the absence of light.
i woke up cold, on the earth, i accept that i'm breathing,
you left in the night, with my life in your hands
you lifted it to the night, and i shook when you made me,
a candle to hold, in the absence of light.
there will be breath, there will be breath,
until there's never breath again
there will be change, hope and fear
until there's nothing that remains.
and from god's side, i see you measuring time,
with chalk and dust and red lines,
chalk and dust and red lines,
and from the sidelines, i can feel you on my insides,
with chalk and dust and red lines,
chalk and dust and red lines.
this is the sound of when a heart starts beating,
this is the sound of when a heart starts beating…
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4. |
lend me a looking glass
04:15
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don't worry for your eyes, they are consoling themselves,
for there's a bridge, from here to where you stand.
so let go of my heart, but please take my hand,
and pull my weary limbs to the ground,
pull my weary limbs to the ground.
night is just the fear, that night will never end,
the lord is the line from you to where you stand,
but there is grace in the hope-
lessness that you feel.
if there is fire you should stare until you burn,
if there is fire you should stare until you burn.
but there is trembling, here until the day,
its your life, not your love, that you betray.
so with our fingers entwined, we decay.
but there's a million voices screaming down,
from souls that are not body-bound, but i
hear songs at night, from strangers lips,
my lungs are held before they're gripped.
and i hear, la, la, la, la, la-la, la, la,
how sweet the sound, how sweet the sound.
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mr bones and the dreamers Birmingham, UK
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