1. |
It's Too Late Now
08:46
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so undercover,
this bitter, broken dream,
got to lay the Nightfall down.
the stars all too swiftly passed on by,
but no time to chase them now.
and we've got something in common;
we've got nothing to say,
and i'll keep burning these bridges,
it's the only talent i have.
so creep quiet now,
this life has left me bare.
got to lay the Hopeful down.
the dreams were never what they promised to be,
and anyway, it's too late now.
and we've got something in common;
we've got nothing to save.
and i'll keep burning these bridges,
it's the only talent i have.
so undercover,
this bitter, broken dream,
got to lay the nightfall down.
the stars were never only what they seem,
but no use discerning that now..
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2. |
The Light Became
03:09
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and as we came
into the light,
the light became
the dark.
my sister wait
my hand
and see,
for all
and everything.
we turn our backs,
we face the sun.
we open up
our very selves
to no-one but
the other ones,
who are
our own.
and as we came
into the light,
the light became
the dark.
my sister wait
my hand
and see,
for all
and everything.
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3. |
The Creed
03:45
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they dug away the hills,
dug away the oceans
and waded through the bones.
i can't find a reason,
i can't justify a creed,
i can't see your fear
where your fear should be
i can't see your fear
where your fear should be.
they dug away the elms,
dug away the essence
and waded through the bones.
can you find a reason?
how can you justify the creed?
I can't see your fear
where your fear should be
I can't see your fear
where your fear should be
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4. |
Worship My Flaws
04:05
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shadow of the veil,
disturb my slumber.
watch the darkness fall
and pull me under.
and on your knees you choose me
and worship my flaws.
hallowed silhouette,
disturb my slumber.
watch the darkness fall
and pull me under.
and on your knees, choose me
and worship my flaws.
and on your knees you choose me
and worship my flaws.
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5. |
Find Me Another
01:37
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here is another faded disposition,
here is my ancient love.
here is tomorrow's whispered confession
buried along with our bones.
grave of the living,
land of the dead,
oh, will you find me another.
grave of the living,
land of the dead,
oh, will you find me another.
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6. |
A Tale of Two Cities
04:19
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do you remember your beguiling,
do you remember the ball,
the extraordinary sundays
after the curtain call..
in a field of willows weeping
where you awoke my skin
and i would kiss your lustre
in a world unraveling,
filling my enchantment with all the reasons to believe
all the poets' fantasies
were ours alone to breathe.
do you remember falling victim
to the mediocre dream,
a tale of two cities
left to burn away with me..
do you remember your beguiling,
do you remember mine,
the extraordinary sundays
left to line the graves of time.
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7. |
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who's got tomorrow?
who's got tomorrow anymore?
i've got the sun going down on my knees,
the last word of Solomon
coming in on the breeze.
i was a school girl,
i did the work.
i was the cattle
trampling the dirt,
i fell for the story..
i fell for the glory..
i fell for the angel's demise.
i fell for the devil
to rise.
who's here for the music?
who's here for the music anymore?
there's the facade to maintain..
never mind that the essence
was slain.
we've got the sun going down on our knees,
the last word of Solomon
going out on the breeze.
we were the school kids,
we did the work.
we are the cattle
trampling the dirt.
we fell for the story..
we fell for the glory..
we fell for the angel's demise.
we fell for the devil
to rise.
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8. |
Petite Mort
06:31
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across the dark..
oh secret of
the deepest heart.
beguiling glance,
my strange, devoted
confidante.
pretend we've never
breathed together,
pretend we've never
breathed together.
you must digress,
don't whisper soft
beneath my dress.
undo your rune
and take my best.
be on your charming way.
pretend we've never
breathed together.
pretend we've never
breathed together.
but your lips
oh, they allure,
your fingers so impurely
take me by ardent surprise..
so dark is your mystery..
so completely unholy..
breathe and the last of us dies.
so dark is your mystery..
so completely unholy..
breathe and the last of us dies.
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9. |
On Our Hands
02:23
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this is where you'll find us,
gone away before our time.
no-one likes a sad song..
so pretend the blood don't matter,
pretend it's not on our hands;
we've got a tree in our garden
and a fish in our pond.
we've got a tree in our garden
and a fish in our pond..
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