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There's a Son
03:45
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What are we waiting for and what have become?
Why don’t we try to tear our eyes from the horizon?
I always thought we’d learn to walk before we run, run away
Tongue-tied in compromise we dance around the flame
And try to kid ourselves that this is what we came for
I know that I'm no match for you but it’s no game we play
There’s a son, there’s a daughter
There’s a life in which we blunder
In search of love, in search of wonder
In search of one who’ll drag you under
And so another day has fallen in between
The words we say and all we actually mean to
Sometimes I feel that I'm a stranger in a dream and that's ok
But there’s a son, there’s a daughter
There’s a life in which we blunder
In search of love, in search of wonder
In search of one who’ll drag you under
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On a Distant Shore
04:34
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Breakdown, run to ground on a distant shore
Left by the pieces that I left before
Too late, much too late to close that door
And find my way, find my way home
High tide and I can’t hide from the undertow
Not in the places where I used to go
Too many strangers now and faces I don’t know
To find my way, find my way home
Race into the ocean don’t need anybody else, oh
Face up to the notion you might have to save yourself, oh
A salutary lesson you find written in the sand
You sink so far before you understand
Leaving us all far behind
Leaving us all far behind
Leaving us all, yeah
Race into the ocean don’t need anybody else, oh
Face up to the notion you might have to save yourself, oh
A salutary lesson you find written in the sand
You sink so far before you understand
Breakdown, run to ground on a distant shore
Left by the pieces that I left before
Too late, much too late to close that door
And find my way, find my way home
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3. |
Corpse in the Copse
03:47
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Rain falls so hard that I can almost feel it
This copse is my graveyard
Life lies in the cold earth, the shroud of night surrounds me
I wait for my rebirth
So meet me there down by the river where
You washed your hands, my wish is your command
Raise your eyes, dawn comes under crimson skies
But this I know: so slow the river flows tonight
Time crawls to standstill, a late snowfall lies over me
Wait for you I will
So meet me there down by the river where
You washed your hands, my wish is your command
Raise your eyes, dawn comes under crimson skies
But this I know: so slow the river flows
So slow the river flows tonight
So slow the river flows tonight
So slow the river flows tonight
So slow the river flows
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