1. |
Fly
03:38
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The sun can change a mind
Without asking, you feel alright and it sneaks up from behind
You have to take it ‘cause it’s on its way down
Stop your motion, it's like an ocean,
Let your body drown
Cup one hand to rest your face
It really stumped you and left a nostalgic taste
‘Cause you’re old and your body’s getting ready to die
I say just take it in, let us feed you some pumpkin pie
Woah, woah, woah
Get ready to fly
Woah, woah, woah
Get ready to fly
There’s more of them than of us left alive
You don’t got to take nothing ‘cause nothing’s real
There is a party on the other side
Woah, woah, woah
Get ready to fly
Woah, woah, woah
Get ready to fly
Woah, woah, woah
Get ready to die!
Woah, woah, woah
Get ready to fly
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2. |
Dreamland
04:26
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I’ll give my heart some lovin’
So I can give my art some lovin’
Maybe it’ll keep my mind from judgin’
And holding these arms too tight
There’s really no good reason
For you to leave so soon
Though I’ve managed each season
Been forced to shed and bloom
But what if I came back?
Would you hold me like you did back then?
Would you tell me you’re my biggest fan?
Would you want me?
Here he comes again
Right back in Dreamland
With my hands waving high
He seems to pass on right by
It keeps pouring from my head
Collecting all on my bed
So I lay on what has been done
And hope to wake up to more fun
But what if I came back?
Would you hold me like you did back then?
Would you tell me you’re my biggest fan?
Would you want me?
Well show me you’re a good friend
Will you hold me like you did back then?
Will you tell me you’re my biggest fan?
Will you want me?
Will you want me?
Will you want me?
Will you need me?
Here he comes again
Back in Dreamland
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3. |
Body Talk
03:41
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Do I freak you out?
It seems that I have freaked you out
I’m just having a long day
I’m having dreams about things I don’t want to dream about
I’m just having a long night
And I’m living a long life
Slow down greatness
don’t let go
I’m your body and I’m telling you no
Don’t make me hurt you
Don’t make me mad
Her clothes, that room, a backyard of bloom
It’s all just way too sad
I’ve had a lot of doubts
Sneak up on me
Grief never seems to rest
Now watch me take a breath
It seems there’s more birds this year
The chirps are clear
Watch them fear
For their lives
Only few survive
Slow down greatness
don’t let go
I’m your body and I’m telling you no
Don’t make me hurt you
Don’t make me mad
Her clothes, that room, a backyard of bloom
It’s all just way too sad
Now I’m reaching out
I admit now, I can use a bit of help
Feel free to hold my hand
step on my feet, comb my hair
Hold me down til I bleed out
Slow down greatness
don’t let go
I’m your body and I’m telling you no
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4. |
Pastel Purple
04:31
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If I listen closely
I can hear her voice behind my throat
And I find what hurts the most
is not knowing
Even in the silence
Aren’t those angels flying near?
Is it her harmonies we hear that keeps us going?
But hey, I can see her dancing
Sweet pastel purple
Sweet, sweet lady glow
And hey, would you forgive me
For not knowing what there is to know?
What if it’s that easy to say?
What if she was leading the way?
We will follow you home
Until then we’ll roam
Sweet lady glow
I can paint a picture
Of all the times we used to walk
By the ocean
Oh, our sweet talks
They kept me going
As we search for meanings
All the pieces may seem scattered
But representing all that matters
Is her song
But hey, I can see her dancing
Sweet pastel purple
Sweet, sweet lady glow
And hey, would you forgive me
For not knowing what there is to know?
What if it’s that easy to say?
What if she was leading the way?
We will follow you home
Until then we’ll roam
Sweet lady glow
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5. |
We're All Gonna Die
03:22
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Baby, baby I can see you want more
Step on back so I can shut my door
I’m feeling cozy cuddled up
Just me
How about I call you when I’m standing on my feet?
I wish that I could jump all in
Your water is too warm for my skin
I'm learning here and I know you’ll give me time
There is much unsaid
You’ll learn to read those faded lines
Kiss me baby and don’t say please
I want to feel no shame
A senseless sting
I’d like to say there is nothing better than this
Cocooned and rocking under sunray’s kiss
Foreign hands give me a song
Let go of waiting
Send it along
It’s all the same it’s coming from my chest
Get it out before it makes a mess
As the week ends
Wash those selfless hands
It’s hard work when you’re telling yourself you can’t
All you need is time
And we’re gonna be fine, just fine
All we need is time
But what the hell is time??
And we’re gonna be fine
And we’re all gonna die!
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