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Guess you never really stuck around,
All that long anywhere.
I guess I should have known that you'd skip town.
You always did, catch me unawares.
Looking now at your debris,
These trails of paper strewn across the floor.
Towards an open door.

Standing in a crowd you're looking 'round,
Looking for a pair of eyes, pair of eyes,
Pair of eyes that are looking back at yours.
A little scared, a little proud,
Just a little paralyzed, paralyzed, paralyzed.
Everything you've ever felt before,
things you've ever felt and more,
Is coming back again,

When you can't find your heart but your body keeps moving
When you can't tell your life apart from your dreams
Follow the lights into the valley
Gently respond to the pull of a string
The knife will fall
Something will die
Something will die today
Follow the lights into the valley

Well the streets have been swept,
And the leaves have all washed away,
And I find myself stumbling,
On something I'm trying to say.
Yeah, the breathing has stopped,
But the hair keeps on growing,
The anchor's been dropped,
But the crew keeps on rowing,

Two stars fell out of the sky,
Bounced of a cloud and landed in your eye,
Now there's two stars, right here in my arms tonight.

Two cars went speeding by,
A hair to fast to catch the rapture of the dragonfly,
Now those two cars, are parked outside bars tonight.

The flowers by your bed are wilting.
The sun is setting in the west.
A fog is covering your eyes,
Your stockings are attracting flies,
Decay is nibbling at the boards on which you rest.

There's someone waiting at your window,
Familiar face without a name.

Play the tape back, take apart,
Just what happened in your heart,
Where exactly you fell through.

Now you're going to do some time,
You don't know, did you cross the line,
Or did the line cross you?

To the old chrome cassette,
Of my mother's voice,
I still cry when I hear her sing.
The clock struck twelve,
The voice I love so well,
Was eaten up by the machine,
It was eaten up by the machine!

There are strings strung from a hand
They extend to every point across this land
And the ants keep moving fast
They just blink and nod while miracles slip past

There's a face, unearthly clean
That stares up at me from every magazine
Computer screens and concrete lines

Do you hear that sound
Beneath the rustling autumn leaves?
You can't hear the word,
But you know just what they mean.
You've gotta tap your toes against the ground,
So all the bones can hear the sound,
To let them know below that you believe.

I’ve starved my days,
I’ve drowned my nights
I’ve run campaigns against the light
I’ve been the liar,
I’ve lit the fire,
Died down, I’ve shrunk back from the fight

I’ve got this feelin,

I wake up every morning to the sound of motors roaring
they are drowning out the voices in my head
at night while I am sleeping I can hear the angels speaking but I can't recall a single thing they said
I see their lips move clearly I feel their presence near me
but each word they try to tell me just slips through the cracks
I push I strain I wrestle with my brain and then a voice from somewhere whispers to relax

I'll say a word for sickness

One day,
The snow began to fall,
And slowly, inch by inch,
Covered up the earth.
'Til finally,
The top of the tallest building,
Was lost beneath a powdered sea,
As quiet as a shadow's grave.

Little sister, I don't know if you should look at me that way.

There's a blister 'bout to burst,
Only waiting for a quick, deliberate and violent touch.

But oh to resist her, or to kiss her, either one feels like,
They both feel like a sin.

I walked across a continent
where children did not bat an eye
when made to watch their mothers die
they left the bodies by the sides of roads
where only willows cried
yes even my own eyes were dry
when somehow there I lost my bride
the ring slipped free and fell beneath the earth

you hear that sound
the rain is coming down
it says there's a ripeness setting in
the children spin around 'til they crash into the ground
singing welcome home forever once again

and when you hear that spirits call
there ain't no use to fight

How are you going to meet your bride
When she offers you her arm,
When she breaks into your house one night
And sets off the alarm?
Will you rush to embrace her, or will you shrink and hide?
How will you meet your bride?
Yes, and how are you going to greet your wife
When she's standing at your door,

So we're sitting here again,
We're retracing where we've been.
And you just nod your head,
And I just nod my head.

So it's six o'clock again,
I'm repeating what I've said.
Do you want to screw me?

He goes down, he goes down
One day he's gonna find that stone so bright
It's gonna burn away this cloud
He goes down

He goes down, he goes down
One day that wall's gonna crack and fall
Like raindrops on his crown

One day the knife began to fall and as it dropped I heard it call
Oh father, see how I have grown, the bastard fruit of seed you've sown
Lost my erection, saw my reflection, it was hard to see that face
He said "Welcome home, brother, how have you been?"

We're at the end of an era, no more sharpening our arrows
No more praying we never hit the things that we are shooting at
We've gone through the valley, we've borne our burden badly

World puts on a melody, plays dress up for the night,
Tosses it like gift-wrap on the fire.
What's the harm indulging in a few moments' delight?
There's no shortage of fruit born of the lyre.

I see you by the riverside, your features are the same,
Your eyes burn through the dirt and tangled hair.
Back bent low with heartache and the weight of your own name.

I starved my days, I’ve drowned my nights
I’ve run campaigns against the light
I’ve been the liar, I let the fire die down
then shrunk back from the fight
and I’ve got this feeling, this suspicion, this conviction
something’s shifting and I’m lifting my feet to take the step

I’m ready now

Hey, do you know where you're going?
Have you noticed its snowing,
Although it is June?
They, said your weakness was growing,
That your rapture was showing,
Just a little too soon.
But under these mountains,
The nights and the shadows grow long.

Beyond the song that came before,
Before the song that's still to come,
A still ness comes, a stillness comes,
There's still, still more to come.
Back in the town where we were born,
Just past the corner grocery store,
Down littered pathways well explored,
Across the garden and through the door,

And we return to her with thirsty eyes,
With history burning between our thighs,
With naked longing trembling behind our smiles.
We're going back to touch this hallowed land,
We've got God in our hearts, we're holding gifts in our hands,
And in that bag there is a loaded gun,
This is a loaded gun, I've got a-

The old church down the street
Concrete beneath my feet
The shadows of the leaves
These and more than these [x2]
Dig in deeper
These and more than these
You gotta dig in deeper

They'll tell you they're in it for money,
They will say their intentions are pure.
They are scouring the room for the prettiest face in the bar.
They're hungry for power, they're just picking flowers,
They are looking for a war to fight,
Or they just want someone, they just want someone to hold tonight.
They'll say they are looking for diamonds,
Or that they want to conquer the world.

I know that you've been feeling tired,
I hear your voice is wearing thin,
I know you've slept so many places in the past few days
You can't remember just what bed you're in.

There's something familiar about this room,
Anywhere you go it's just like you've been there before.
Cause if you want to step outside this body and this world,

She takes my hand but I don't understand where we're going
are we almost there
are we all
I stumble backwards I trip over past word not knowing
was she really there
was she real

these are the words she tells him, he tells her

Our mother made us into swimmers.
She threw her babes into this river,
Full of mud and dense with weeds, a century of odd debris,
We learned to fight and learned to love-
Our breaths were short we shared them with our brothers.
We learned new games under the covers,
How to laugh and how to grieve,
We learned to trust, we learned to leave.

six long month at sea
now warmer current brings
echoed fragments of the song I think we wrote
with a worn thin book of maps
and a faith so full of holes
it’s a miracle we even stayed afloat
we could taste the salt throught our fingertips
and knew that time had come

The darkness will be here in an hour
To leave me completely alone with fears, insecurities
And the ghost of a face that walked into a crowd
And out of this chapter of my life

You've come a long way, you've got a long way to go
Ain't nothing steady in the rhythm of the road