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Blissful May
03:40
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The percussion of my heart is beating dull within my chest,
drumming on my ribcage till the bones beg to rest,
But I can see the angels from the corner of my eye,
Can taste the nectar that the gods drink with their wine.
I'll get you caught up in a blissful May mood.
(And I'll shoot it through your veins till you feel it, shoot it through your veins till you feel it.)
Molten may's gonna breathe some life into you. (Welcome it with open arms till you feel it.)
I'll get you caught up in this blissful May mood.
I tried to voice my thoughts but the words just seemed to freeze.
For too long my sore heart strings seem to ache with minor keys.
So I sewed the blood upon my sleeve now that there's warmer weather.
made me flat the seven, play the strings to make it better.
You won't feel like dancing now, unless you'll be with me,
every fibre of my being is filled with nervous, pent up energy.
Forget your autumn mornings and your wistful April blues.
We'll soon discard those monotones and Sunday stripping shoes.
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Knew Sun
03:09
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Reminds me of Alice sipping bottles marked drink me,
Growing and shrinking, not sure how to be,
He’s just a spiralling mess and grins with fluorescence,
And she regrets that all she can offer’s her presence.
Both of you are stress heads, says the cigarette smile.
It is what it is, just let lose for a while.
I want a new sun, to alleviate the pain,
I want a new sun, just a little change.
Repeat the syllable more than I should,
I’d open the word factory up if I could.
Not quite myself, but which option is safer?
I don’t want to be this numb Blank piece of paper.
Both of you are stress heads,
says the extra long hair,
it is what is is, sometimes up in the air.
I want a new sun, to alleviate the pain,
I want a new sun, just a little change.
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Strawberry Jam
03:06
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She says I’m an alien cause whenever I see her my skin turns green.
A change in complexion but she, she didn’t know, she should have known.
That it was my favourite, I knew that you hate it but it didn’t stop that last drop caressing the butter knife, flirting with the toast.
No more strawberry Jam it’s true she, ate the last drop.
No more strawberry Jam now I’m left staring at the empty pot.
She’s says I’m from outer space
cause my minds made of clouds and my heart has changed its pace.
But my blood brewed all the same.
Why do all these things happen to us,
They always seem to fall on my shoulders.
Why do all these things happen.
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4. |
Way Back Round
03:39
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Going forth and now we’re seeking nowhere, clearing my thoughts alone,
so many voices get lost in the sound.
The only thing that I know, is I’m finding the way back round.
Finding the way back round x3
Going forth and now we’re set in sequence, indifferent eyes glaze like stone.
Too many choices and I’m thinking too loud.
The only thing that’s certain, is I’m finding the way back round.
I’m all alone and it’s the middle of the night.
Need to relearn my habits before the clearing light.
I got to put up with my own self company.
For in the end I will only have me.
When I’m finding the way back round.
I’m finding the way back round.
I’m Finding the way back round.
Finding a way back round.
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5. |
Look In Your Eyes
03:43
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Empty sockets, you fill them up like buckets in a rainstorm.
Breath out those waterfalls, can you bare now?
To face the shattered recollection of her proper noun, I fell,
for the look in your eyes I know.
It’s just this look in your eyes I know. x4
Shot through the heart, it’s the only thing you knew from the start.
Shot through the heart with an elephant’s dart. Punched a whole within your chest, that hand that threw it can’t regress, shot through the heart with loneliness.
So you flick the switch, though a hundred tv Chanel’s
would have dismissed the reasons to assist.
So you breathe in, the oxygen, it doesn’t taste like it once did, it’s this,
look in your eyes I know.
It’s just this, look in your eyes I know. x4
It’s this look in your eyes I know x4
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6. |
La Da La
03:41
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An honest thief with all my time, it falls into your palms, clip its wings to
stop it flying or just hold it fast. For it’s the currency to all these lovely
moments that I spend days after replaying in my head.
Heart resting heavy on your single bed, kick of your shoes grip the back
of my chair. Lean against the doorframe, time disappears from where
we began, and if I could I’d give you all my..
La la la, la la la, la la la, la la la la la. x4
There was an old grandfather clock that stood alone in grandma’s house.
Staring at the wall and after every hour crying out. Is this how the end will be?
Like reflections in a stream, slipping by but I try not to think.
Heart resting heavy on your single end, hesitant run of your hands
through my hair. Skin against skin now, time disappears from where
we began, and if I could I’d give you all my..
If I could I really would, give you all my time. x2
If I could I really would, give you all my
Lalala, lalala, lala la la, la la la la
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