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Songs and Lyrics |
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Yesterday There's nothing left to say, we threw it all away Nothing left but time, return to yesterday The day that we were born and smiling faces worn We cut our teeth with lies, our destinies to fade
The clouds are grown to swell, and mixed in with the rain of self defeated hearts, an offering in pain The sadness of the words, the life that leads the way It smiled a million nights but dreamed another day |
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Never is a long time... You could never be even half of what you asked of me and I can see this resentment around your head You pulled those haloes from the sky, they hang on every word I said You will never see even half of what is to become of me We agreed and separated on a winter breeze and now this light is springing forth and we are on our hands and knees
Daylight coming, leaving all these nighttime promises behind Shadows disappearing, there's no more light to decorate the separated lines Hazy images and tainted photographs remind me what I'll see when I close my eyes Etched in voices, they carry messages that one can only feel so deep inside
I will never be even half of anything that you had planned for me and it's a mystery to me how anything so elementary how something as simple as my word could loan itself to misery And we could never be even half the broken dreams we had started out to be and someday you'll agree when you can look back with honesty When you see things for what they were and not just what you'd hoped they'd be |
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Feeling of Loss With your eyes cast down at the carpet and your sweater is your only companion Pull it up tighter around yourself Maybe you won't feel so alone Now your nighttimes last much longer despite wishes that you could be stronger With your head in your hands you just don't understand how everything turned out so wrong
Open eyes just to avert them, find new loves just to avert them and fill your days with unending tasks to avoid any feelings of loss Use words just to hear them and convince yourself that you believe them When your day goes gray and your bed is still made wrap yourself up in the past
Now your smiles these days seem much harder and you ask yourself why do I bother? Who are you doing this for, and more importantly How does it make you feel? Do you feel alive again? Can you hold your head high again? Without somebody pulling your strings, without losing even more of yourself
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The Second Summer Staring at the skyline as I note my time is leaving me behind and I can hear this ringing in my ears, it's crystal clear The grayness of the dawn, it pushes me along but I drag my feet and I ask why, why can't I fly? If I spread my arms and thus my wings...
Staring at the twilight and my arms are crossed to recreate that night It's so cold here, this autumn breeze, if I could hear those words I'd be on my knees and I can tell you, just you and me, that every screaming night lives in history and I can see it going day by day, with your impression lost the image slips away
If you could see up through these trees, I'm silhouetted up against the clouds and I could say take your sadness and throw it all away and I'll come back down
Whispers of the sunrise and the time has come to close our eyes Shut out the darkness surrounding me, if I could hear your voice you'd be all I see and I remember just what it means to shrug this rainfall off, but to set you free I can feel it, this wind tears away every word I thought but forgot to say |
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The Lifeboat (has sunk) These arms holding upright days but casting out the nights Footprints leave reminders (it fell from the sky) of where I used to be (it blocked out the sun) Coming back tomorrow from where I was today Grass is growing under footsteps (the two you and I) pushing toes to lead the way (you cut off the one) I could never climb down from this treeline love song hurting me finding reasons (the light from the sea) to step on over the possibilities (the life is the blood)
(It gave us direction, it mapped out the way) It fell from the sky it came again I never found my way, I never fell again The two you and I (up over the doldrums) you cut off the one (the most life threatening way) The light from the sea, the life is the blood, the lifeboat has sunk
If you leave me here tomorrow I won't ask for this explained and I don't want your name, falling backwards fall through window panes I won't ask you for this tomorrow, I don't want your name and I will never fall down from my window pane |
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All I know All I know is that I want you and all I know is that the sky is grey the trees bend over, touch the ground where I stand and all I know is that you're gone
The rain fell westward into my eyes 600 miles to reach the sky those whispered nothings in my ears and contents of letters have long since disappeared
I'll find the reason for everything I'll find the reason for it all In which direction should I fall when I fall? and yet I'll find my place in time |
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A Lifeless song This something I could not control helped throw away my life, just know that I would end it all to bring back just one night That I would roll back every promise to hear your smiling voice, and close my eyes to swallow tears for every second lost When the utter possibility of everything is lost and I'm wandering through these broken headstones just to carry on The darkest nights now do not compare to the mornings since you're gone, I make my way through lifeless days, that's why I sing this song
I can hear it carry on my voice, I can hear the laughter of the girls and the boys I remember everything they know, but even so I could not prevent this
My feet have touched this bedroom floor an empty bed behind, I swear I smelled you in the hall this morning or was it in my mind? I've come to terms now the tide has turned but still it isn't through, resenting every face I see because it isn't you
Now I will never try again to end this mode of suffering, I will look myself dead in the eyes in the mirror in the morning Remind myself that the state I'm in is not one of my own making, and clench my hands in familiar fists to prevent them from the shaking I will delve into the past and take back everything I'll need, rubbing my hands into swollen eyes drying tears from another lonely evening I will prepare myself for any future catastrophes, but I could never prevent the mistakes that I've already made so long ago... |
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Telling Untold Stories My pockets now are growing holes where your fingers always used to go Those weekend afternoons, we had no money and we had no place else to go Under sunshine or rainclouds, whether whispering or laughing out loud Your eyes were bright and shining, your eyes were always open to the world but they're closed to me now
This conversation's growing old, the stories that are still untold Those darkened, shared and silent moments, you made me promise not to tell a soul So where will my hands go without another hand to hold? My nights these days are spent alone, but at least they're spent with someone I know
You took the best of me rearranged into some fantasy and if I never fall asleep again you will never steal my dreams You took the best of me rearranged into some fantasy and if I never hear your voice again I can fall back on my memories |
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The end of the cold spell... The summertime signifies the end of the cold spell and it brings me those green and lavender scenes There are no more cold nights spent alone remembering the cold fights we called our own But I can see everything is now as it has to be and our flowers are blooming on brighter days If you look right outside your window you just might catch me walking by trying to convince myself that what I did was right...
But I can see much more clearly now without those hands pressed so tightly against my eyes why it took me so long I'll never know but I found out that your smile was a disguise...
I can see much more clearly now without the threat of some disaster inside my mind why we stretched it out so long I'll never know but it feels as though the best part of me has been left behind...
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