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Hope
02:53
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Give me just enough hope and I’ll hang myself
Instead of sitting here to sulk when I am with anyone else
And if that silence is telling, you could hear a pin drop, no one’s gonna change, least of all, I’m not
And pretty girls make a mess of everything
Pretty girls make a mess of everything
When you give them their own song to sing, when you let ‘em pull at your heartstrings
And I don’t! But pretty girls, they get away with everything
Bluebirds over Manhattan are crows in New Jersey
But I only hear a joyful noise when you’re flying over me
Dear Miss, how can this be?
When I close my eyes, yours is the only face I see
But soon you’ll be running and then you’ll disappear, I’ll be the one left stranded here
Like a kite, twisting in the breeze, where happy endings are not guaranteed
SO LET IT GO, DON’T SAY NO
SO LET IT GO, DON’T SAY NO
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Fuse
03:25
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This is when the bar clears out, this is when the lights go up
Cheers to whoever you’re leaving with tonight, if it isn’t me, it isn’t me
And we can’t stop falling in love
And we can’t stop pulling the plug
This song is what we do for ourselves, this is for no one else
And the book says the past, the past has passed us by, but the past is not through with us, no, not this time
When I’m with you, it’s electric
When I touch you, there’s a charge and a kick
When I kiss you, it’s kinetic
But we’re here waiting for the fuse to quit
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Sun Damage
04:13
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Cold water on a burning heart
You can douse the flames, but there’s always another spark
Cold shoulders and broken arms
And it’s such cold comfort seeing just how hard we’ve fallen
All my friends like you, don’t you know?
You wind ‘em up and then you let ‘em go
You know you’re so charming when you bat those eyes
You wind ‘em up and then you make ‘em cry
I'm always losing you
Who am I losing to?
All my friends like you, yes they do
It’s so damn easy to fall in love with you
I always wonder if we are enough or if we’re just not made to amount to much
I always wonder if we are enough
I am in love with your sun-damaged skin
And all the things that are bound within it
I am in love with the words you make
The way your mind moves you to create them
I am in love with the shapes your lips make
I am in love with the way the sounds escape
I always wonder if we are enough
Or if we’re just not made to amount to much!
I always wonder if we are enough
Or if we’re just not made to amount to much!
I always wonder if we are enough...
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Arc
02:29
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Years spin ‘round like a 45
Singing along to the same old lines
Humming out of tune just to keep the beat alive
Oh, the rhythm of the same sad song
With the same sad excuses just to get along
And the beat slows down but the beat goes on and on
This is the sound, this is the sound
This is the sound of our history repeating
[Blink and you might miss it]
And it might seem trite
This star-crossed night
But your white skin
In the arc of the light...
It seems to me this is why we’re alive
It's clear to me this is why we’re alive
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Sub
02:51
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Your head's getting cloudy, you knew it would
The water's getting deep, and you can feel it in your blood
1000 leagues and you can't feel the sun
We've only each other to lean on
It’s getting heavy on me
And these are heavy things
We’re taking water in
We’re taking water in
Our satellites are falling down
We’re sinking deeper in the sound
And it's a bottomless fate we chase
So what when the machine shudders and shakes?
What when it's taken all it can take?
Will we chase it til there's nothing left to break?
This is our descent
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Ottawa [S/N outtake]
03:41
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The call came in, the ID said New York
You said you were trying harder and harder, but you were still falling short
Had your fill of scuttling notions and burying emotions
You can’t put words on the way you think you feel
And there isn’t any sense in building a bridge over the space inside your heart
It’s a sinkhole, darling, and the two sides are only getting further and further apart
Still the rain pours in, the rain pours down
The rain pours in, and we are just trying to keep our feet on solid ground
We’ll head down to Nashville and I’ll start a country rock band
Play in every bar in town, and we'll dance with the drunks if they can take our sound
And then we’ll hit the road when we’ve worn our welcome out
Head for 65, and I’ll let you decide whether we head north or south
And there isn’t any sense in building a bridge over the space inside your heart
It’s a sinkhole, darling, and the two sides are only getting further and further apart
Still the rain pours in, with the sound of a southern storm
The rain pours in, and we are left wanting more
We’ll run it 'til the car goes bust
'Til the gas runs out and the engine’s spitting dust
And if we end up in Mexico on a windswept sunny shore
With country desert desolation and never needing more
And when we head into some provincial town
I will sputter with my Spanish, you can laugh and point around
Because your bright face speaks to everyone
And there isn’t any sense in building a bridge over the space inside your heart
It’s a sinkhole, darling, and the two sides are only getting further and further apart
So let’s let it go to hell and we’ll just go...
So let’s let it go to hell and we’ll just go...
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