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Halo In The Steam
04:43
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Lay your head on the ground
Listen for the sound of the train
Can't you hear the rail?
Singin my sweet song
Lay your head on the track
Close these eyes and never look back
I hear angels
Singin my sweet song
It's easier to go
Harder to stay awake
To hear you pray
I hear a tenor on the breeze
Sounds like a choir of angels callin’ me home
A headlight holding me
Bleeds a halo in the steam from my lungs
Lay flowers on this grave
An old man was buried here today
The rose of life may wither on the vine
But we all get given our time.
I hear a tenor on the breeze
Sounds like a choir of angels callin’ me home
A headlight holding me
Bleeds a halo in the steam from my lungs
Will you catch me when I fall
These pieces of my soul are small
I climb into the dust
Seeds for heaven
And a spirit I trust.
It's easier to go
Harder to stay awake
To hear you pray
I hear a tenor on the breeze
Sounds like a choir of angels callin’ me home
A headlight holding me
Bleeds a halo in the steam from my lungs
I hear a tenor on the breeze
Sounds like a choir of angels callin’ me home
A headlight holding me
Bleeds a halo in the steam from my lungs
I hear a tenor on the breeze
Sounds like a choir of angels callin’ me home
A headlight holding me
Bleeds a halo in the steam from my lungs
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2. |
The Ancient Mandrake
06:51
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Is this the moment, the moment, it all breaks
When her legs give out and the darkness begins to shake
Oh love, what call
Oh love, what call has unearthed
The ancient mandrake
A tricky root she is, no patience in the morn
Her seams they heave and pull, her flesh warm, reborn
Oh love, what call
Oh love, what call has unearthed
The ancient mandrake
Her body seeps and weeps, into holiest salty lake
Sleight of hand descends, sliding in shadows she waits
Oh love, what call
Oh love, what call has unearthed
The ancient mandrake
Shout to the heavens
Shout at the devil
Pray to the rattlesnake
When does this flesh become a mended heart?
Will anyone still with breath, lodge in her valley with grace
Fumbling, falling, into rest in the spells and stars of fate
Oh love, what grief
Oh love, what grief has unearthed
To this, to her, to the greening grass, I promise never forsake
And now let the root, stems and leaves depart, in the moment it begins to break
Oh love, what grief
Oh love, what grief has unearthed
Ancient Love, ancient grief
My love, what call
My love, what call has unearthed
The ancient mandrake
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You Are My Home
06:39
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Love is a hurt
Much more than a dream
The hurt makes me strong
To hold you to keep
Love is a palace
Built on a vow
Many rooms are doubt
But they comfort, they comfort somehow
I'm lost in your hurricane
You lose me in dark clouds
But forever, you are my home
Forever, you are my home
Love is a promise
Broken by all
Unchained by forgiveness
When I've broken, I've broken my fall
I'm lost in your hurricane
You lose me in dark clouds
But forever, you are my home
forever, you are my home
My home
My home
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Reflecting Light
04:06
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Now that I've worn out
I've worn out the world
I'm on my knees in fascination
Looking through the night
And the moon's never seen me before
But I'm reflecting light
I rode the pain down
Got off and looked up
Looked into your eyes
The lost open windows
All around
My dark heart lit up the skies
Now that I've worn out
I've worn out the world
I'm on my knees in fascination
Looking through the night
And the moon's never seen me before
But I'm reflecting light
Give up the ground
Under your feet
Hold on to nothing for good
Turn and run at the mean dogs
Chasing you
Stand-alone and misunderstood
Now that I've worn out
I've worn out the world
I'm on my knees in fascination
Looking through the night
And the moon's never seen me before
But I'm reflecting light
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I, roam around
With a heart like paper
Your promise like a painter
Colour my soul
My head, my feet
Warm me like a mother
Cause I'm so alone
My, colours draining
To the bottom
Of the ocean
Lift, me up so
I might hear
The hallowed sound of laughter
Cause I'm so alone
But you make me stronger
Stronger
I throw myself into your arms
Paint me when I'm falling
Catch me in a minor key
And hold me till it's major
I've tried, flying high
Lost in musical religion
Clouds of complication
Hold me close to the comfort of your home
With the promise of a painter
Cause I've been alone
But you've make me stronger
Stronger
I throw myself into your arms
Paint me when I'm falling
Catch me in a minor key
And hold me till it's major
Creation seethes and boils
Twisted in in talented coil
Color and sound collide
Filling our heads tonight
I throw myself into your arms
Paint me when I'm falling
Catch me in a minor key
And hold me till it's major
I throw myself into your arms
Paint me when I'm falling
Catch me in a minor key
And hold me till it's major
I throw myself into your arms
Paint me when I'm falling
Catch me in a minor key
And hold me till it's major
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