1. |
You were wrong
03:50
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There’s a hole burning right from the start
And the snow hitting my face is colder than your heart
And I know that you will hold me until you let me go
And I know that you are sorry but I know that you were wrong
There’s a piece missing when you touch my hand
A sacred unfulfillment I’ve come to understand
And I know that will love me until that love grows cold
And I know that you are sorry but I know that you were wrong
All the things that we couldn’t let go
These childish things won’t allow us to grow
Being scared of leaving ain’t a reason to stay
The tears on your mother’s shoulders are hopes it’ll be ok
And I know that you are leaving when you walk away alone
And I know that you are sorry but I know that you were wrong
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2. |
This Low
02:58
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I feel the wind blow beneath my wings as I fly home
My dear Ruth sings sweet songs of why and woe
She wraps herself in these things that she don’t know
She says “How is this a Spring in which I feel so cold?”
She says “I can’t be in love with you” oh no
Cos I’d be too happy to feel this low
And I look out on these clouds above my head
And I think back through all the things that she said
I think about the Winter times, the lights crashing through her eyes and it’s all mine, it’s all mine
But then I think about her, I think about her crying
She says “I can’t be in love with you” oh no
Cos I’d be too happy to feel this low
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3. |
Until daylight
04:10
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’til the Sunday slumbers are how you number your days
In the world you create from where you lay
’til the thought of another life
echoes ‘round your head
’til another smile lives there instead
When the morning comes we’ll hide
When the morning comes we’ll hide our eyes
until daylight
If you always look down
You might never see the stars
You might never find out who you are
But moving on when you’ve got nowhere to move
is like losing when you’ve got nothing to lose
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4. |
All is you
05:45
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Locked up in your tower of cables
Looked up from your drivers seat
Your blank screen tells you all you want it to
The princess feels her own priceless touch as
Silence strikes this prince of love and
Sometimes stories are just too real
But I want this to be true
A fairy tale come true when
All I think about is you
And to feel as though this will come to nothing but
Having nothing’s better than not having at all and
Sometimes silence is the best thing said
All the late nights when you’re returning home
Switch off the light that your mother left on and
As you do a light goes out me too
But I want this to be true
A wicked wish come true when
All I think about is you
And I see you walking from your car
And I want to remember who you are
And I want to feel your majesty
And I want to feel you, to feel you free
And the playground takes a wicked twist as
The long grass sits in our timeless kiss
We’ve been telling stories ‘neath the shade of our tree
But I want this to be true
A fairy tale come true when
All I think about is you
And I see you walking from your car
And I want to remember who you are
And I want to feel your majesty
And I want to feel you, to feel you free
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