: Do do do do do do do do do do I wear a demeanor made of bright pretty things What she wears, what she wears, what she wears Birds singing on my shoulder
: You got a quick snap-lock on your cold, cold heart You got your YSL kicks and a red birthmark In the shape of Canada That you try to keep a secret
: In me, in you Orphans, kingdoms Wide eyes and paper crowns Time will hold us, Time eroders We're wrinkling chilling out We are wondering where the
: Before a neon night's lighting I'm right beside you The fire in motion The fire in motion The desert sun sinking Sleepy and low But we're just waking
: He got the droop of a fatherless child Almost imperceptible, one can't see it with the naked eye Oh but I can That cardboard lady in the corner store
: It was the year The crows and the locusts came The fields drained dry the rain The fields are bleeding "Daddy don't cry, it'll be alright" She puts
: We're adrift on a sailboat My love is the sea Yours is the horizon Constant and steady You set my limbs locked hard afloat Lifted my lonesome sails
: Come, tell me your trouble I'm not your answer But I'm a listening ear Reality has left you reeling All facts and no feeling No faith and all fear
: Cheers to the furrows on our brow To each hard-won victory Cheers to the losses that grew us up Killed our pride, and filled our cup Cheers to the
: Well the sun is surely sinking down But the moon is slowly rising And this old world must still be spinning 'round But I still love you So close your
: Walking,stumbling on these shadowfeet toward home,a land that i've never seen I am changing: less and less asleep made of different stuff than when
: In the autumn on the ground, between the traffic and the traffic and the ordinary sounds I am thinking signs and seasons while a north wind blows through
: Friend, it's getting late, we should be going We've been sat here beneath these flickering neons for hours Well I am cracking their code You are deciphering
: If i find in myself desires nothing in this world can satisfy, I can only conclude that I was not made for here If the felsh that i fight is at best
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: The lone woman stands in the turning December She's got ice on her lashes, white at her winter coat The trees stand like soldiers around her Dutiful
: There's distance in the air and I cannot make it leave i wave my arms' round about me and blow with all my might I cannot sense you close, though I
: Love, where is your fire? I've been sitting here smoking away making signals with sticks and odd ends and bits, but there's no sign of a flame Imposters
