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Bamboo Lips
03:46
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I wanna take a trip with you somewhere downtown
when the lights go out in the seafront and your head goes spinning,
I wanna leave with you into the night from a crowded room,
do you want to leave with me back to the beginning?
You left your place in shambles but I don't notice it,
and your christmas colored walls been covered ever since.
I left your room in the high tide of the moon, do you remember me at all?
Do you remember me?
I know it's not the same anymore,
I didn't catch your name when you said it before.
It's not the same,
but I just wanna touch your bamboo lips tonight
with your back against the door.
Somebody told me that there is a lonely guy in the corner of my eye,
and I couldn't face him if I could just chase him to the edges of the sky.
You got me wondering now if we could just run
into a brighter place,
into a desklight shadow.
I wanna take you to my grandfather's old home,
beneath the tropic clouds where your head goes spinning.
I wanna leave with you into the night from a crowded room,
do you want to leave with me back to the beginning?
I know it's not the same anymore,
I didn't catch your name when you said it before.
It's not the same,
but I just wanna touch your bamboo lips tonight
with your back against the door.
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2. |
Hotel Mornings
02:59
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You left for the holidays one night even though you couldn’t breathe
and now you’re on your own and no one even knows you overseas.
You left for the holidays one night in the middle of a dream
A life entwined in tired sighs, you’ll never need someone like me.
Across the street lights, across the town,
across this dead man’s sleeping ground,
On hotel mornings when you rise,
you feel the weight of nothing on your eyes,
you look at me from a distant sea
and I can see you from the other side.
And when you trip from uneven sidewalk lines,
I’ll be your parachute catching you
beneath your bedroom shoes.
You left for the silver city with a tremble in your knees,
and now you’re on your own and nobody can hear you scream.
Look out, the sun’s out of town this week.
And we fill those nights sipping on broadway street.
And I know in time your vodka eyes will collide with mine
inside a dark room of people with silhouettes you’ll slowly recognize/
On hotel mornings when you rise,
you feel the weight of nothing on your eyes,
you look at me from a distant sea
and I can see you from the other side.
And when you trip from uneven sidewalk lines,
I’ll be your parachute catching you
beneath your bedroom shoes.
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3. |
Wading Pool
04:31
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You know the lights ain’t never gonna change around here,
you told me bout your simple fears
inside the aeroplane you now call your home.
And when my body disappears
into your open atlas ears,
I’d love to stick around for a conversation.
Tell everyone I don’t get excited by little things.
Tell all my future hand shakers of my unintended sting.
You lift your head like your collar bones have eyes.
In a spinning world, a thousand black trains
are crashing into the spaces between us.
The lights ain’t never gonna change for you,
I just wanna get closer to
the center of warmth inside your hollow frame.
All these messed up reflections in your pearls,
and dancing diamonds twist and twirl
and my body starts to lose sensation.
Tell everyone I don’t get excited by little things.
Tell all my future hand shakers of my unintended sting.
You lift your head like your collar bones have eyes.
In a spinning world, a thousand black trains
are crashing into the spaces between us.
You put your hands in the wading pool,
I couldn’t help but put mine in too
I see people who look like you from the backside
of a dim lit car I’m driving in a landslide.
Is something surfacing inside the thoughts I'm thinkin’?
Is something stirring in this heart or just what I’m drinkin’?
I ain’t never gonna change
when these lights don’t even stay the same
and if I stay up with you, I just might panic.
Tell everyone I don’t get excited by little things
Tell all my future heartbreakers of the syncopated ring.
Can you lift your head like your collar bones have eyes?
In a spinning world, a thousand black trains
are landing into a space beneath us.
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4. |
Riverbed Pillows
04:34
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I've been waiting for your feathered eyes
in the darkness of a million skies.
Will you come meet me at our old place?
I've been waiting for the desert rain,
your blinking headlights driving me insane.
So in the hilltop park, I'll find a place to sit.
And all these friends turned into strangers on this street,
and all these strangers became lovers in my sleep.
You know there's so many things I'd tell if I could speak.
And if you ask me to take you somewhere I don't wanna go,
my feelings won't show.
We'll fall together, one after another until we're all alone.
The rain is falling underneath your feet,
I made a promise that I couldn't keep.
So in the night, I'll sleep in riverbeds.
You tell me stories of roads back home
and the things you wish I would've seen.
It's getting complicated between these television screens.
I woke up to the evening bells and the forest streams,
and all those feelings I had got swallowed inside your pocket seams.
And all these friends turned into strangers on this street,
and all these strangers became lovers in my sleep.
You know there's so many things I'd tell if I knew how to speak.
And if you ask me to take you somewhere I don't wanna go,
my feelings won't show.
We'll fall together, one after another until we're all alone.
I've been waiting for a black and white fire,
to sip the night away in bourbon desire,
until it's all I need to stay awake.
Used to think about a future to share
with you and me down at the carnival fair,
but in this empty room your slow hands touch my face.
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