1. |
Mother Tongue
03:37
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Changed my name to fit your tongue.
Still a song you left unsung.
Now your limbs are made of chrome
And I’m stuck inside your home
I fell asleep within those arms
When I woke up you were gone
Now I’m just another aim
for your whispering campaign
Spent a year inside your stories
Now I’m back to write again
And if you think it sounds unholy
Well you’re right because I am
I’m the language you once spoke
I’m the words that make you choke
I’m the mother and the child
But I’m yours for now
There’s a window by the ocean
But you’re constantly in motion
And I’m stranded on the beach again
With a mouth of gold
I saw you standing in the doorway
With your principals in hand
No you never like my stories
Until you hear the end.
So just listen for a moment
As the tides begin to rise
Yeah, I know it’s been a while
But we’re here now.
There’s a window by the ocean
But you’re constantly in motion
So I’m going home
With this silver tongue
My mother tongue
A song unsung
With this mouth of gold
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2. |
Summer Eyes
03:37
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Don’t wear yourself out making waves
Only a few roll coast to coast
Stand at the altar of your mind
Gaze at me with your summer eyes
Don’t it make you sad
What’s right is only not what’s wrong
Reach out and touch the ocean’s edge
Feel how it washes off the dead
Sunlit with that chemical taste
You can feel it in your veins
My cellophane love, where do you go
When I need you most
Roll down your window and breathe it in
Feel how the city starts to spin
Lost like two spirits in the night
We fall through the dark to see the light
Sunlit with that chemical taste
You can feel it in your veins
My cellophane love, where do you go
When I need you most
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3. |
Don't Lay Your Head Down
04:44
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You’re half awake and almost falling through your sheets
The sun is here, but you’ve got somewhere else to be
You keep it loaded just enough to keep it real
Cuz you keep sinking, you keep sinking.
And it’s so surreal
Don’t lay your head down
Don’t lay me down
My mind is numb and we’ve been swimming for too long
This place is dumb, but you’re convinced that we belong
You keep me loaded just enough to keep it real
Cuz I keep sinking, yeah I keep sinking
And it’s so surreal
Don’t lay your head down
Don’t lay me down
Don’t lay your head down
Don’t lay me down
On hallowed ground
Where the vultures gather around
Just dream on baby
Dream on baby
Dream
In this fever machine
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4. |
Whatever Floats
04:21
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Don’t forget to cool your jets before you set
A toe more through the doorway that’s opening
Because your windows are painted closed
And don’t ask me what’s happening
Who really ever knows
Not you and not me.
Don’t have a fit
Call your mama this instant
Certainly you’ll see
She’s got better advice
Than me or your best days
And I mean that in the best way
Well somebody’s gotta go you say
So I’m leaving today
I’m leaving today
I’m leaving you
Don’t have a fit
Call your mama this instant
Certainly you’ll see
That she’s got better advice than me
And I will not hold my nose
Yeah I’ll go plug the holes
Because I can feel which way the wind blows
And that’s where I wanna go
That’s where I wanna float
Whatever floats the boat
Paint it red
Remember what’s been said is said
It’s done
It’s dead
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5. |
Swim
03:21
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We tried to wear you out
On the level
You were always sound
Painted the ocean blue
Took a photograph
Sent it to you
Swim around
Put your light on
Put your light on
No matter where you are
Can’t see the finish till it starts
Who knows the great unknown
In the darkness
We can feel at home
Swim around
Put your light on
Put your light on
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6. |
Afterglow
04:57
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A ten dollar bill
Will only make you happy if it’s in a pill
At least until it fades
Because we’re all
Built to spill
Yeah, everyone’s a writer till they find a quill
And then the well runs dry
Old friends
Keep washing up on shore
And it feels like I’ve been here before
Counting all the waves
Counting all the ways it could be more
I’m sorry, I should have known
We’ve been coming to this party for way too long
And now we drink alone
All the kids
We used to know
Are disappearing slowly in the afterglow
It gets darker every night
Old friends
Keep washing up on shore
And it feels like I’ve been here before
Counting all the waves
Counting all the ways it could be more
Old Friend
My Old Friend
Look me in the eye
Old Friend
My Old Friend
You don’t have to lie to keep me here
Because all I wanna hear
Yeah, all I wanna hear
Is that you’ve reached the shore
Sincerely Yours
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7. |
Your Ghost
03:20
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Bring. Bring me down.
Where the white river shines.
Hold. Hold me down.
Out of sight. Out of mind.
Why surrender when I could lean on ya?
Why surrender when I could lean on?
Saw your ghost. Saw your ghost.
Saw your ghost in mine.
Why. Why’d you go?
When we’ve just broken through?
I lost my light
But your fire burns so bright
Why surrender when I could lean on ya?
Why surrender when I could lean on?
Saw your ghost. Saw your ghost.
Saw your ghost. Saw your ghost in mine.
Saw your ghost. Saw your ghost in mine.
Saw your ghost.
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8. |
There's a Light
04:05
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It’s eleven o’clock and I feel like a stranger in my own home
Let’s put this to bed
There’s no waking the dead anymore
If I get key, would you find me a door to walk through
Because I’m cold and I’m tired
I’m tired of waiting on you
So here’s a room with a view
Wrote you a note, that I’m sure you won’t read because it’s known
That I’ll always be there, when they whittle you down to your bones
Out in the streets with a mouth full of someone you once knew
Because you’re cold and you’re tired
Yeah you’re tired of waiting for clues
When all you need is a view
There’s a light
There’s a light on each side
There’s a light we can shine
There’s a light
There’s a light on each side
There’s a light we can shine
Won’t you shine
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