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In this darkness light seeps through
in the middle of a dream or in an airplane walkin' around in someone elses shoes
in the nighttime always a little a little hue
In this darkness, light seeps through
and as sure as the day will come
you will see the sun, shining inside and out of you
and as sure as the day will end you will be my friend
singin' songs until the AM in this darkness there is light
hide from the family for just another day
on a back porch where I spent my yesterdays
and the friends float by and then they float away
and the blinding Texas sun
it doesn't wanna come out today
lying in this darkness seems cruel
and as sure as the day will come....
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Floorboards creek in the night
and habits form in absence of the sun
treasures and trash
ashes and laughs fills in the bone where it's cracked
and i'm no safer with this gun
smoking slows the healing
these brittle bones are casting stones in this aquarium
that we call home
If the Winter was longer I'd fade like a thought
I'll hold your hair and comb your words
and walking in circles, head in the clouds
staying inside and avoiding crowds
and i'm no safer with this gun
smoking slows the healing
these brittle bones are casting stones in this aquarium
that we call home
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Greenwood Backyards
02:42
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Greenwood Backyards and cold December days
forgotten nights and long florescent days
standing in the shadows with some blood on my hands
things just didn't turn out like i planned
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Two weeks in the hills
ass kickers and pills and nothing to do except drink
I climbed up the family tree and saw where i was conceived
search those bags and die in the keys
there's a slow fellow with two shaky hands
I wanna be closer to you than myself
it's a slippery slope built on brittle hopes
and a destination that's somewhat unknown
like living with no direction and painting your walls with the past
abandoned by our own bloodlines and living without your eyes
Black pies and white bars and southern hospitality
grey skies and white lies and mountains between you and me
bad luck a soft touch, a glimpse of mortality
and our heroes are old now and some of them are dead
how long should you live before you live for yourself?
there's an old fire burnin' right between your thighs
the most beautiful bird is still learning to fly
like windchimes in a tornado or gunshots in the night
the cancer in our bloodlines let's you know that something aint right
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Wide Open Skies
03:12
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Well the thinking life doesn't seem to suit you
when you act the way and feel like ya do
Sunday comes and splinters split inside the skin
morning skies are bruised black and blue
and rotten wood is soft beneath our feet
and we both wish we were someone new
Don't let the rain and your fears keep you in
you gotta get out and be one with the night
someday the earth will be above us but tonight
wide open skies
wide open skies
Well the rain and the blinds come down on the streets at night
and the jangle of the chimes make ya blue
so you line up the arrows and push off the top
think of childhood songs mother sang to you
Don't let the rain and your fears keep you in
you gotta get out and be one with the night
someday the earth will be above us but tonight
wide open skies
wide open skies
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Sin Through The Summer
03:00
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She's got the face and wings that heal
and night time is when she feels
drifting alone on the Pacific sea
and the night time is turning slow
We got the beast and more than time tonight
hidden down stairs and out of reach
just turn out the light and open up your eyes
can you hear the sound and feel what's right
scratches on records and holes in the floor
blood shot eyes let's have one more
sin through the summer we'll get better in the fall
down on all fours trying to crawl
We got the beast and more than time tonight
hidden down stairs and out of reach
just turn out the light and open up your eyes
can you hear the sound and feel what's right
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Sand storm beach
flicker black and white screens
empty park by the sea
musical box a lazy symphony
broken shells and strangers meet
watch your steps fade into the summer snow
where are you going
where will you go?
In so many ways it's slipping away
fingers touch then stray
the hospital hopes and slippery slopes can lead us astray
arrive together, a life on the wall
watching the ghosts walk down the hall
lungs and livers, an indian giver
we all can't last that long
holes in the distance, hold out our hand
did you lock the doors so they can't get in?
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Astoria
02:22
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Fade into the night with spirits fog and light and history
reaching for the rungs on ladders to the sun by the old cannery
sleeping in an old school house that sits by the sea
watching our emotions swimming in slow motion in a coastal town
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A Burrow Patch
03:34
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I never wanted to be 33 and out to sea
fishing and fighting to stay alive
you never hold your own, you never carry the torch
running across the finish line
it's a cold night in my head
the creatures have all passed away
they froze to death looking for a burrow patch
i never wanted it to be this way
so pull the pills off the shelf and put your life in my hands
and close your eyes let me be numb, I just wanna watch over you tonight
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Cave Syndrome
01:26
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Sometimes in the morning when I wake up
and think about what I've done
and step outside and bathe in the shining sun
think about the demon I became
I know things will never be the same
the winter came and I sought shelter in the cave
I definitely took more than I ever gave
but I can see the light and I'm on my way out
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