1. |
Eve
02:51
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I am eve who ate the apple
I couldn't wait for supper time
and I'll be damned before I follow in your steps
for a second time
from the beginning I've been told
my sins would resonate through time
there are rules to be followed from 9-5
Red bricks have been laid
by surer hands than mine
but they don't mention the traffic
cause it happens way down the line
fields serve me better
than your painted lines
and a destination life
don't put a twinkle in my eye
Cause I am Eve who ate the apple
I couldnt wait for supper time
and I'll be damned before i follow in your steps
for a second time
tough and calloused soles
from traveling outside your confines
Im taking to the water to work on
my streamline
and It sure is easy to lose direction
in the darker times
so im workin on a compass of my own
design
it's made of sticks and stones
scar tissue and bone
and all the things I've sacrificed
from learning on my own
Cause I am eve who ate the apple
I couldn't wait for supper time
and I'll be damned before i follow in your steps
for a second
for a second
for a second
time
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2. |
Quiet Night
04:08
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I felt how you wanted me
when you walked through
that door
It was getting late
on a quiet night
in an electric year
well if felt alright to be alone
the cold has comforted
the heat i've felt
but you can come and get it
you can come and get it
I'm dancin towards you
and you can side step
while i box it in
takin quick steps towards the exits
it was a quiet night in an electric year but its getting late
I felt how you wanted me when you walked through that door
it was getting late
on a quiet night
in an electric year
well it felt alright
to be alone
the cold has comforted
the heat I've felt
But you can come and get it
you can come and get it
im dancin towards you
and you can side step
while I box it in
takin quick steps towards the exits
it was a quiet night in an electric year
but its getting late
I felt how you wanted me
when you walked through that door
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3. |
Semantics
04:28
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I don't wanna write about the woes of my life
the semantics are too hard to line up just right
one thing I can say is life is a bitch
who just don't know, don't know when to quit
I smoke, I drink and in the morning I think
this heart keeps the dying alive
something like a tree
the dead in me
is boarded up by new life
this life is a mirror I've thrown a clothe over
I don't want to look back
and it's not something that walks up right
but it'll lay with you till your end
what choices have I got but to rise up
with every shallow breathe
especially when hard answers have already been met
as if it's a homonym you always got wrong
its just the other meaning
you just couldn't expect
this life is a mirror I've thrown a clothe over
I don't want to look back
and It's not something that walks upright
but it'll lay with you till your end
the dead come alive in the stories i've contrived
lost loves are found again
every now and then
the young are taken too soon
and I left the day your body was found
and I left the day your body was found
and I left the day your body was found
and I left the day your body was found
this life is a mirror I've thrown a clothe over
I don't want to look back
and it's not something that walks upright
but it'll lay with you till your end
this life is a mirror I've thrown a clothe over
I don't want to look back
and It's not something that walks upright
but it'll lay with you till your end
this life is a mirror I've thrown a clothe over
I don't want to look back
so just have my tombstone
just have my tombstone
oh just have my tombstone
ready to read that I tried
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4. |
Sensing
04:11
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seeing feeling outta the corner of your eye
having yet to show their colors
and may never stand against the grey
listenin to the voices on the other side
side of the wall
but you never understand it all
sensing that you've missed
sensing that you've missed
sensing that you've missed
sensing that you've missed
reaching towards memories
you'd written yourself
feeling the gaps of time
you could not keep together and
smelling your mothers clothes
and missing the warmth
that they once held from her
gentle skin
you inhale again and again
but it's not the same
but it's not the same
sensing that you've missed
sensing that you've missed
sensing that you've missed
sensing that you've missed
lost in thought you eat without tasting
you're locked into the motions
you don't recall making
you're missing the meaning
of all the nouns around you
cause you're focused, fixated
on the naming
sensing that you've missed
sensing that you've missed
sensing that you've missed
sensing that you've missed
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5. |
The Breeze
03:57
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but would you mind just saying goodbye?
yeah, I know you see that door
I don't know if you've felt the cold
but the breeze keeps blowing in
and I don't feel you in my bones
no I don't feel you in my bones
lust walks a lot like love
and keeps on trippin me up
while i'm not at the end of my rope
I'm just hanging around
waiting for you to cut me down
so if you've gotta go
I'm saying say goodbye
cause I don't know if you've felt the cold
but the breeze keeps blowing in
and I don't know if you've felt the cold
but the door is looking wide open
I'm just hanging around
waiting for you to cut me down
so if you've gotta go
I'm saying, say goodbye
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