1. |
In Manhattan
03:53
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Strung along by a fiction
Read it in a magazine
Strung along by a fiction
From a movie screen
In Manhattan
You cannot have it all
Turn around for a picture
Watching from the balcony
Another hymn to addictions
That you move between
A glance back my way
In Manhattan
You cannot have it all
I’m staring into the room
I wish I’d known what I know
I walk the halls and sing
Carry me home, my love
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2. |
Across That Fine Line
05:25
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Reach out, call my name
Whenever you want
Faced with the final convulsion
Contorting my tongue
Reach out, fall my way
Easing around
It’s not a word that’s exchanged
It’s something else
And I’m watching you walk
Across that fine line
I died a hundred times
I reckon you could
Let it bleed
I’m resigned
Reach out, crawl my way
Any time
“Rapid, indirect feelings,”
I qualify
Every day we’re circling
Never closing in on what we want
But can you feel the quickening
Seven million moments down to one
And I’m watching you walk
Across that fine line
I died a hundred times
I reckon you could
Let it bleed
I’m resigned
(Everything I want to say)
And I’m watching you walk
Across that fine line
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3. |
Wounds of Love
03:19
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I can’t stop
This old feeling in my heart
I could never say it enough
You don’t belong in my heart
And all my friends, they’ve turned away
They say “walk it off” but, in my heart
I was never more than what you said
And I can’t fix it
I can’t help but recall
Can I ever get past the wounds of love?
No
But I can’t stop
There’s no ceiling in my heart
Foresight didn’t help me at all
I while away there, in my heart
I look away, I know the protocol
And often times I wonder
What it is that I hang around here for
Can I ever get past the wounds of love?
No
I try to stop it,
But I can’t help but recall
Can I ever get past the wounds of love?
No
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4. |
Miranda
03:42
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Is this a movie?
Some kind of play, or a fantasy?
We wait for what was said to be recalled
And suddenly realize they won
And it’s a grind
Every time that I got something, I’m always out of time
Always out of line
Always into something I could never quite describe
I’ll pick you up
In Tennessee
Miranda
I was underwater when you made the call
But you would never know
‘Cause I could always say what you wanted
Every time I woke up in the car
Dreaming of the nightlife like a waitress after close
And they say don’t you think you should be responsible and all
And I don’t
I’ll pick you up
In Tennessee
Miranda
And you say I’m nothing, and I know yeah
It’s not a hard sell
And if you could forgive me I’d follow you around
Like everyone else
But I promise I could wait by the water there
I swear, if that’s what you wanted
But that’s not what I’ve found,
No
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5. |
The Grey Commute
03:37
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I was in love
That was enough
I swear to god
I’m coming apart
Cut up
Eyeing the mask
Singing at last
Consume and collapse
It’s violence
Violence
Broken hands,
Begging at the altar of the grey commute
Some of the weight
We can’t carry it
Hand on the wall
Reading it wrong
I look around but
They covered us
Covered, cut up
Promising the world if we only bear the cost, yeah
Picking out the change from your purse and your pockets
Broken hands,
Begging at the altar of the grey commute
So much so, its untenable
Broken hands,
Praying to see if there’s someone to remove
Some of the weight
We can’t carry it
And there’s a foot on your throat
That you’re fighting to undermine
There’s gonna come a time
They’ll get what they’re owed
It’s a crime
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6. |
This Fractured Mind
05:20
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Reeling from the moment
I stumbled on the life we left behind
Crippling innuendo
Unaffiliated but waiting on the side
Drew a line
Slightly undermined
But I want to find
Meaning, motion
And help me out
I can’t seem to dream about
Anything I can defend
I wonder now and then
D’you think that I could simulate
My life, but done a better way
In this fractured mind
I get to feeling turned around
And turned around again
Blinding lights a-flashing
Down the Garden State Parkway of your mind
One last call for alcohol
A night that’s for the books and then you die
Faster now
Spiraling and crashing now
Waking on the cold hard ground
Worth it, it’s worth it
Perpetual
Pseudo-intellectual
Kicking ‘round your town again
I wonder now and then
D’you think that I could simulate
My life, but done a better way
In this fractured mind
I get to feeling turned around
And turned around again
I’m not the one
Can you believe I’m not the one
Staring out the window
At every living thing I’m passing by
We’ve reached the end
Standing on the edge of it
Thinking back I can’t complain
But I wonder now and then
D’you think that I could simulate
My life, but done a better way
In this fractured mind
I get to feeling turned around
And turned around again
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7. |
Former Self
05:10
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Hope, unpardoned on the shore
Logged in volumes locked in drawers
My former self says I could ask for more
Away from you,
I cover it well,
But I may crumble
I can’t stop myself
A careful word
Something to guide my soul
A way forward
Song, enrapture and unfurl
Love, remand me to the floor
Lay my head back
Candlelight for warmth
My former self says I could be someone
Away from you,
I cover it well,
But I may crumble
I can’t stop myself
A careful word
Something to guide my soul
A way forward
Lay my head back,
Quiet hands at work
My former self says
I could ask for more
Away from you,
I cover it well,
But I may crumble
I can’t stop myself
A careful word
Something to guide my soul
A way forward
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8. |
Whatever You Want
04:53
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Can you see around the corner
Heartbreak, I want it
Can you feel it when you walk on the water
How I, I want it
And whatever you want
Wasting time
Wandering around your floor
And you’ll find it’s whatever you want
I’m only reading all the numbers on the doors
What I want
Can you give another warning
Now I, I want it
I’m locked inside myself
With nothing but what I know
I want it
And whatever you want
Wasting time
Wandering around your floor
And you’ll find it’s whatever you want
I’m only reading all the numbers on the doors
Can you see around the corner
How I, I want it
And whatever you want
Wasting time
Wandering around your floor
And you’ll find it’s whatever you want
I’m only reading all the numbers on the doors
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9. |
A Word & A Wave
03:52
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Finally torn asunder
Fall asleep romanticizing
Heartache in the city center
Watering your pothos while you hum
Aching for something you could save
A word & a wave
Kindly pull me under
Softening the seconds as they’re
Falling from the open window
Carried on a careful, quiet song
Aching with nothing to be gained
A word & a wave
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10. |
They're Beckoning
04:49
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And they’re beckoning
Everything is calm
The wilting, aching palm
Extended forward
All that I could hope for,
All that I could hope for,
All that I could hope for
Something to buy, they’re announcing
Always in line for the wrong thing
Measure the fines that we incur
Feeling the fall when the phone rings
Ceiling above, soft simmering
I was in love with the wrong dream
They know me more than myself
They’re beckoning
Everything is calm
The wilted, aching palm
Extended forward
All that I could hope for,
All that I could hope for,
All that I could hope for
Some kind of flaw in the rounding
How would I know, wasn’t counting
Half of the time falling victim
Multi-level pyramid scheme
Ceiling above, soft simmering
I was in love with the wrong dream
They know me more than myself
Turn out the light,
Turn out the light
Options are lose or forfeit outright
Join the chorus line
Life through a fool’s unfocused eyes
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