1. |
Evening Has Broken
03:17
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Evening has broken.
Summer’s died in your arms,
grab the wrist, feel a pulse,
lowering as you draw in close.
Evening has broken.
but you look the same,
they say you can’t remember a goddamned thing.
but I saw looking at me,
something that I knew.
They said you’d made your exit,
but that couldn’t be true.
Evening has broken.
Still, I acted surprised,
when the daylight eased away,
the call came in on the millionaire’s balcony,
and such a rush would crush those temples,
eyes drained white to petrified gray.
Evening has broken.
There wasn’t much left to give,
but I kept my light on,
I held my door ajar,
just to keep a place for you,
if you made your way to the back porch.
In a pose like a sentry.
Some stone-eyed gargoyle,
I stood in the threshold,
and I stood between worlds,
when evening has broken.
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2. |
Regeneration
02:15
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I’m turning to stone,
and you’re starting to look unlike you.
I used to like the way you talked to me,
I used to like the way you wouldn’t stare into me.
You’d let me heal.
Regeneration isn’t what I’m feeling.
Took another deviation,
when that spliff put in rotation finally came my way.
Knocked out the moon in a drag,
you were tearing to tissue paper,
when you let me heal.
Regeneration isn’t what I’m feeling.
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3. |
Chorus Of Birds
04:03
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I liked to travel at night,
to get a better look around.
I would stretch out my wings,
and I’d speak through the dark, murky clouds,
were you listening?
Listening for me,
as I’ve listened for you.
I used to dream at night,
to get a better understanding of what it might feel like,
to have real love hold onto me again.
Before I wake.
Before I wake.
You called out to me like a chorus of birds,
led me back to the end of the street, at the start of the world,
stood a tall, empty house with no memory.
Do you remember me?
Remember me?
Do you remember me at all?
Snuck on inside through a baseball-sized opening,
splinters of glass lined the sill and the carpeting,
mold and debris as something was shuffling toward me.
Saying:
“Why?”
“Why?’
“Why have you come for me?”
“I was sleeping,
healing,
and I wasn’t expecting company”.
You called out to me like a chorus of birds,
led me back to the end of the street, at the start of the world,
stood a tall, empty house with no memory.
Do you remember me?
Remember me?
Do you remember me at all?
I was sleeping,
healing,
and I wasn’t expecting company.
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