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Dent In The Pillow
03:08
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stay up 'til midnight just watching movies together
you dressed in blue cotton pyjamas
the other in plain grey wool
well now you’ve finally got what you wanted
oh yeah, your heart is finally full
the phone sends vibrations through the nightstand
somebody out there needs you
but not like you need this embrace
and a gentle breeze blows in through the rafters
come to gently brush the dead skin off your face
it’s just an echo of the secrets you keep
it’s just an echo of the languages you speak
it’s just an echo of your slow release,
of your slow release
and still, the precious dent in the pillow
your parting gift before the dawn arrives
it’s just an echo of the secrets you keep
it’s just an echo of the languages you speak
it’s just an echo of a life so sweet,
of a life so sweet
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2. |
The Unreal You
04:16
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why, in your satellite,
do you call back to earth
when you know that it won’t hurt
this time for the left behind
swearing they’ve been reborn,
begging “stay a little more”,
watchful eye. when you’re stolen into dreams,
are you scared you’ll lose track
of everywhere you’ve been
this life, this life
when the flick of a lamp switch
erases memory as well as sight?
and every long, lonely night reoccurring
they’ll never know, it’s a fact they can’t change
the unreal you splits seas into currents
the gentle flows just fill with cellophane
so why don’t you stay in flight?
with so many hands upon you
can you ever know what’s right?
and when you arise, when the satellite fills your eyes
with so many hands upon you
is your graceful ascent just one long fight?
with every long, lonely night reoccurring
they’ll never know, it’s a fact they can’t change
the unreal you splits seas into currents
the gentle flows just fill with cellophane
well who’s gonna hide you?
well who’s gonna call you home?
oh you don’t seem to care,
so you must know
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3. |
Searchlight
03:34
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to have someone sticking with you
when the rest have left your space
a name, a heart, a spine, a face
from a blurry place
a blurry hope at breathless pace
to wake up feeling sick and tired
and to hear that it’s okay
hear what the gentle voice will say
and just melt away
to both waste the worthless day
the pictures playing in your mind
as you lock yourself inside
the promise playing in the searchlight
to count the nights since you last saw your bed
to get out the house again
to make it back by god knows when
such simple time you spend
but it winds around the bend
to find yourself wrapped in a gaze
just a gown in a haze of light
to believe it’s safe, to believe it’s right
like you’ve missed for all this time
the touch of the worthwhile kind
the pictures playing in your mind
as you lock yourself inside
the promise playing in the searchlight
to have someone sticking with you
at peace with all you’ve seen
at peace with everyone you’ve been
through a blurry scene
in your tiny, crackling dream
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4. |
Let The Poor Devils In
03:58
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how strange it is to blend
with houses built to bend
to see through sleepwalker eyes
with no gales of mist and needles
and no microwave glass burns
and no one who knows how you made up your mind
and why aren’t the hallways empty
why aren’t the doorways closed
with a “no insomniacs” sign
and does anybody notice
the silent fever spread
the shadows of those who were always inside
come on, let the poor devils in
they won’t hurt you, I don’t think
and who cares if they see through your skin
they say, “I’m sure you’ll stick with me for a long time”
they say, “I need you more than you could care to know”
they ask, “do you want me? will you keep me warm?”
I hold my tongue
as I’ve done
since I was born
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5. |
Safe As Houses
03:06
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the first time tasted like ice cream, she said
like waking from a nightmare to an empty bed
and nothing can touch you
until you fall back in
the first time you saw the headlights arrive
come breaking out the darkness to materialize
and you lay there breathing
you lay there trying to forget
pretending no one saw the fog that came
spilling endless out your head
well, I know you better
I know you better than you’d believe
and I swear, if it comes back for you
then first it has to go through me
I’ve known you forever
I know you better than you’d believe
and I swear that if it comes for you
then it’ll have to go through me
and you could curl up safe as houses
and I could seep into your past
like nothing else would ever matter
like nothing ever really has
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6. |
Chamomile Hall
03:27
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today you’re just a gemstone
a gilded hall that crawls with spies
you glisten filled with water
and through the walls I hear your sighs
slip your shirt off
slip your shirt off
fix your hair without a sound
let the floor shift
just ignore it
you won’t find me now
I find the exit, the one thing I can climb through
the stranger in me stares blankly at the stranger in you
I seal it shut before you see I’m not there
you’ll still show up so well prepared
it was in your dreaming face
the reason why I can’t compare
how easily I fell in
and believed that I could stand to feel you there
it means nothing
it means nothing
a little mark on the life you’ve made
to lie down softly
weigh down upon me
these ghosts forever unnamed
I feel my way to the exit and I climb through
the stranger in me stares blankly at the stranger in you
I seal it shut before you see I’m not there
I’m no longer sure, no longer scared
today you’re just a gemstone
the gleam of what you leave behind
the gleam of how I wish
I never took that glimpse inside
the gleam of all you showed me
the brightest side there is to life
as it works out for you
as you’ve told me oh so many times
someone takes a shine
so you know where you’ll be staying
in your life it is so cut and dry
it never gets any easier
it never gets any easier
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7. |
In A Field, By A River
04:01
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in a field by a river
that has swept you away
so wide and so deep
so little chance of escape
all stretching on forever
not a blemish on the skyline
I am running to try and find you
grab a branch and pull you out
desperate to outpace the current
before it’s too late
and no one hears a word of it
no one knows a thing
and in a sudden moment
it’s clear what they believe in
in their lives there is no water
you move so slowly on the earth
they’ll never see it as it looks from the inside
before the sun sets on your chance
your chance to escape this world
and rush into one you can love
from far away, I hear you say
“I can tell that you’re alone in there,
and I — I bet it must be nice
I can tell that you’re alone in there,
but I was only floating by
we’ve changed”
and when it’s all dried up, I’ll lie down
and I’ll take on nothing
as I want from the ground
and when it’s all dried up, I’ll lie down
and I’ll accept nothing
as I want from the ground
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8. |
A Room With A View
03:42
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if you’re so sure that no one’s really waiting for you,
why should you bother trying to make it there on time?
why not take the long way round,
and leave as early as possible with no goodbyes?
a glowing cross set deep within a forest
reminds you of every loose end left untied
every smiling face with its hair falling over
with its hair still falling over its eyes
and there in that hallway full of dull fluorescent tubes
was there ever anybody who was dying to meet you?
was it ever heaven? was it ever heaven?
was it ever heaven, was it ever a room with a view?
do you wonder how it would feel
to give someone a reason to fight for you?
do you wonder how it would feel to just be seen?
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9. |
Through This Clearing
04:23
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come and meet me where it’s safer,
on some burning summer day
a garden of rocks by a sun-warmed porch
with the war against time at bay
watch the seasons take on deeper meanings for a change
come and meet me where it’s safer,
when the cavalry falls away
I'll be a place to hide the good days,
a place beneath the shade
with still such a long life left to go
with the stillness that carries you all the way home
through this clearing, I’ll be there beside you
and I can hardly wait
to see you there
with all the words drawn on your blinking face
come and find me while it matters,
before the garden comes undone
there is far too much I remember
for me to keep on playing dumb
come and find me while it matters,
admit you’re just as scared as me
so we can run off where
we can bear to see these days turn to memories
to leave the war behind in the blink of an eye
to trust for once that it’s enough we’re both alive
I won’t be straying from your side
through this clearing, I’ll be there beside you
and I can hardly wait
to see you there
with all the words drawn on your blinking face
and if they tell you that you’re not worth the heartache,
well I know that’s not true
and I will use my little lifetime just to prove it to you
and through this clearing, I’ll be there beside you
I can hardly wait
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10. |
Goodnight Childsprite
03:10
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I fell out of step with everyone
I was so focused on floating through the spring
I watched them all kiss in the distance
so painfully real, half naked and bristling
in their haven beneath the canopy
the home they built in a day
and from the outside in, they looked nothing like me
all together, so sweet and so free
I fell out of step with everyone
but they never noticed a thing
I weaved a whole world around theirs
and I never told them where I had been
but of course they couldn’t stay
they were never really there anyway
and there was only one secret they hid:
how easy it is to find love, and to let yourself in
and it’s funny,
at least I laugh because it’s true;
I still come running right back to you.
[and then comes the reply...]
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Celogen Calgary, Alberta
I have seen everything and known everyone and I am still not tired!
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