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Rue de la Fontaine
00:47
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You say that we can't go back now. You pray that we're all endowed.
The suns shade is different tonight, but the glare it leaves on us isn't permanent in
the slight.
It’s okay, we know that no one's immortal, but when I was little I asked god for it
every night.
We sit in the wake of the fading of these shades, and it leaves us thinking "should
we paint those shades at all?"
So we, know that we, no, we can't be, forever.
It’s ironic, the faith I had when I was little, now I can't show faith in anything.
Especially not a god
And do you recall? When the sun came down to burn me?
The memory is no longer with me, so why should I have faith in memory?
So we, know that we, no, we can't be, forever.
So please say that you won't need me, oh say that you're not here. Just trick me for
another day that you won't disappear.
So I'll keep my thoughts in me.
I'll keep my beliefs in me.
Oh, I'll keep my heart in me you won't/don't want it.
So please say that you won't need me, oh say that you're not here. Just trick me for
another day that you won't disappear.
So please say that you won't need me, oh say that you're not here. Trick me for just
one more day that I won't disappear.
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3. |
Penciled Paranoia
05:19
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3000 miles is but a number, I won’t let distance deter me
Forbidden love is but an omen foretelling what our own could be
No matter what I write I can’t absolve this pain inside
My penciled paranoia’s killing me
And I feel obligated to tell you every aspect of the truth
You’re the one that’s in my heart, you’re the one that’s on my mind
What is love without confusion? Your thoughts are never plain to see
This love had once floated over nations but is sinking out at sea (Oh no)
No matter how I try I get the same response each time
Lone silence is haunting me
And I feel obligated to tell you every aspect of the truth
You’re the one that’s in my heart, you’re the one that’s on my mind
Hate to break it to you but I can’t let go
I can’t fake this with you like I still don’t hold these feelings deep inside
From which i cannot hide
Hello or goodbye, in the end I’ll still be asking why
This ain’t the first time that I reached out and it ain’t the last you’ll hear of me
I never viewed you as a cop out; the only one I saw was me (Just me)
I find it funny how I gave up on everyone else when the one I wanted gave up on
me
And I feel obligated to tell you every aspect of the truth
You’re the one that’s in my heart, you’re the one that’s on my mind
Hate to break it to you but I can’t let go
I can’t fake this with you like I still don’t hold these feelings deep inside
From which i cannot hide
Hello or goodbye, in the end I’ll still be asking why
Why must I lose you just to gain some peace?
I’m the one who abused you and now your pain’s released
And I feel obligated to tell you every aspect of the truth
You’re the one that’s in my heart, you’re the one that’s on my mind x2
(Chorus x2)
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Everyday
03:59
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Everyday keeps bleeding on into the next
I’m losing all my feeling, vacate emptiness
With this message I send nothing but the truth
Broken bridges can mend, all I need is you to
Tell me if I’m wasting my time
And whether or not you’ll give this a try
I wake up every morning with you on my mind
Torn from my dreams I had you there in my eyes
Now that visions gone and I have nothing left
I need your help to decide where I should turn next so
Tell me if I’m wasting my time
And whether or not you’ll give this a try
Oh time flew by and I missed my chance
And now I’m hoping there will be a second time around
I apologize and I can’t explain the things that I would tell you if
You gave me a try
Now it seems there’s no use without your reply
I don’t seem to phase you from what I recognize
But I’ll never let you go
You know I’ll never let you go, so
Tell me if I’m wasting my time
And whether or not you’ll give this a try
Oh time flew by and I missed my chance
And now I’m hoping there will be a second time around
I apologize and I can’t explain the things that I would tell you if
You gave me a try, gave me a try
Oh time flew by and I missed my chance
And now I’m hoping there will be a second time around
I apologize and I can’t explain the things that I would tell you if you gave me a try
Give me a try
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Cyclic
06:33
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Floating on the waves
On top of the sea foam.
We pretend that it’s our home.
We pretend that it’s our grave.
Until the water sways too low,
and you no longer know,
Where to keep your home.
But you hear the comfy breeze,
And you like its gentle song,
So you decide to ride along,
But breeze can change with ease,
And now you want to leave,
And you no longer know,
Where to keep your home.
You're always making problems for yourself,
everything has its ups and downs, it's true.
But you can't give up on the slightest change,
just because it not the same.
This is what we need.
You can't stop the waves,
Or have sway in the breeze.
You wish the wind would cease.
You hide within the caves.
I throw spears into the sea,
So that we can always know,
Where to keep our homes.
You're always making problems in your mind,
you block the good behind what’s new.
But you can't give up on the slightest change,
without it would you be the same?
This is what makes you,
you.
I battled while you wrote.
In the caves I went to find.
What you left behind.
It seems you wrote a note.
"I see that you can't cope,
With the swaying of the waves,
You must find another home"
Who would’ve known?
Who could’ve guessed?
The waves have drowned us and I don't know if I'm still your home.
Now, what I show is
Hypocrisy at best
The breeze has choked us and I don't know if I'm still your home.
Nature crushed us but you were the only home I ever had known.
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6. |
Wounded Dove
06:37
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Spare me out at sea, post Columbian voyage with me.
We'll wash these decks and free our necks of minds in complexity.
The crewman take their form in angst of a recurring storm.
Up with their sails as they're biting their nails, choking memories like thorns.
Sickly in a bunk beneath, writes a sailor of seventeen
"I'm running low on ink and this ship won't sink but, rumor has it there's a leak.
Calling from the helm above is the Captain of the Wounded Dove
"Men, forget your homes and bleed for gold," while unbeknownst is the swelling wave.
It's been three months to the day, and the boy keeps his love at bay.
There's no bottle equipped for the words held fit, and so they drift away.
Seasick primed for failure is the likes of seven sailors.
Up with their arms, intending harm if not granted their easy seizure.
The Captain smells mutiny, and the slave pleads to be free
"I've done nothing wrong but sing my song, it's not my fault you disagree."
The sails are catching wind and the nets are catching sins.
They fall from above upon the Wounded Dove and so the story begins.
A cloud of smoke follows the hammer to the cap, the flash.
Senseless pride, in a fight no one recalls the reason.
Steel to skin, the Slave cries out for his freedom
"I curse this sinful ship, with this shiv I acquit myself from this life."
Regaining speed and charter, is the Captain and his soldiers.
No longer men no time can mend the killing by his order.
Forced down to the cabins is the kid and his brutal stabbings
"I see that now my ink will smear but this blood won't disappear."
Although the aftermath had quickly passed, the boy felt a sense of falling.
His dreams of home manifest a wave.
Swept off his feet, the Captain met his end lost at sea.
Capsizing, the Wounded Dove sinks slowly.
From below slowly appears the young sailor
"How many miles from home?
Where does this current flow?
What do I do now?"
*and a voice appears*
Voice: Hold your breath, don't let go unless you find comfort in what you don't know.
Kid: But how can I give you faith if I do not see you here?
Voice: If you don't see me by now...
lay a hull and I'll appear.
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7. |
Victims of the Winter
05:15
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The ocean's frozen over, so the waves don't crash into the shore anymore, and their
erosion is missed, though we cursed it once before.
And now you freeze, with the breeze.
We became victims of the winter, sinner after sinner.
Each glimmer after glimmer of snow hits the ground.
We found our homes were buried
And crushed under the pressure.
Each glimmer after glimmer of snow hits the ground.
When the sun perched in the sky, I knew it wouldn't come down tonight, so we
danced and sang our songs, around an open fire.
But the stars start to cross;
our blissful burns turn to frost.
We became victims of the winter, sinner after sinner.
Each glimmer after glimmer of snow hits the ground.
We found our homes were buried
And crushed under the pressure.
Each glimmer after glimmer of snow hits the ground.
But the fire kept me alive,
While death was what I strived.
So I’ll ride this wave again,
And pray that I can prevent being a victim of the winter, sinner in step of sinner.
Each glimmer after glimmer of snow hit the ground.
I found my home was buried
And crushed under the pressure.
Each glimmer after glimmer of snow hits the ground.
I'm scared of the winter, because I've always been a sinner,
each glimmer after
glimmer of snow hits the ground.
I board up all the windows, and lock myself inside as each glimmer after glimmer
of snow hits the ground.
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8. |
Suspended
03:20
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Suspended over both sides of a bridge we built to save us,
Tethered by a rope,
We fix the cracks and holes that we had missed.
As the bridge starts to come down we hook ourselves up to the rope. "Don't want to fall to the rocks below,
maybe we'll be rescued, who knows?"
I know that we missed
the opportunities to fix what we had, and I'm glad they were missed.
The rope turned to a black chain, the hooks dug in our skin. Ripped straight on through my midst, as our memory turned to sin. I pretend you don't exist.
I know that I missed the opportunities, to miss, what I wish I did. I could've saved my skin.
What I wish I did.
I could've saved my sin.
What I wish I did.
I could've saved my voice.
I could've choked out,
I could've prevented this,
I should've choked out,
Save the exhausting kiss that trapped me in a mist for the upcoming years with someone else.
I built a new bridge alone, made sure that it won't bestow, the same characteristics, what failed me before. But does new equal good?
Seems steady as can be, but you're still ripping at my side.
We pretend it's all a lie, because you don't still make me sigh
When you ask if I made the choice, of course I did.
Now I feel guilty for my sin.
I punish memory with my sin
Not to be spoken, oh my sin I wish to repent.
I could’ve choked out,
I could've prevented this.
I should’ve choked out,
Save from making a mistake, I didn't want to make with someone else.
And I could promise, "oh it was all a lie.” But that promise would not be so right, because I changed my mind. This is all that I can say.
I'm sorry
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9. |
Envoi
03:39
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We are an empty theater
With broken glass and love
Support beams start to teeter
But I gave them the shove
Oh seats of truth you're lonely
But I'd much rather stand
Our layers are now fading
The lighter shades below are shown
There is a rising water
Like a calm before the rain
I smell smoke but see no fire
I feel warmth but fear no flame
We're gaining on the end now
Silk somber curtains fall
We're dancing on the ashes
Dear water cleanse us all
There's a hole inside my chest but the breeze; it keeps me moving
There's a time for everything except for running out of time
And like stars we fall down like leaves of a dying tree
And so this story's over
And the ashes still remain
We all are dying embers
Until then I fade
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