1. |
Youngest
04:38
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I never saw you cover your head like your mother
and you turned out just fine,
so what’s the worry?
They engrained it long and I engraved it hard.
Holy words were mine, holy words were ours,
and they’ll have their place in my changing heart.
Old nets have been cast for me.
I’m drowning ‘til new gills split my skin.
I still struggle with how much I should stray and walk away.
Would it comfort you to know I still consider it every day?
Your steadfastness keeps me intertwined
‘cause it’s miraculous, with how easy scritta paper tears, that your beat up bible’s still in tact.
I still struggle with how much I should stray and walk away.
Would it comfort you to know I still consider it every day?
When your youngest came out of the water were you scared that he’d come out unchanged like the rest of us?
Do you regret my first instrument
‘cause the words to these songs aren’t the ones you want to hear?
I still struggle with how much I should stray and walk away.
I still struggle with how much I should stray, and I wonder, is this freedom worth your pain?
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2. |
Lukewarm
03:43
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Pace for pace
It seems the road is empty
And it doesn't seem to bother me
Quiet space
With nothing lurking around the corner
Past the things that I can see
Can't begin
Writing down how little that I care
To take the time to sharpen or defend
The things I always swore I held most dear
If I can't make sense of it
Than why am I so unconcerned?
I drank the communion wine
And found when it goes down it still burns
Spoken like the truth
But it's all starting to unwind
Spoken in time, I took a little step back
And no it looks a little stranger, so I sidestep
I still find you in the trees that touch the sky
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3. |
Magnolia
01:28
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And the sun came up
Like they said it would
I carried on
Like you knew that I could
I didn't think that I
Would make it through the night
But I did
And the hole you left is disappearing
A tree took root in a crack near the back door
Far away from all the rest
I like to think it grew to fill you the space that you left
My heart is so full
There's no room left for you
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4. |
No Rest Without Love
03:16
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Running with the masses to Babylon,
an easy place to call a home.
Her bed is soft but the insects crawl beneath.
Throw it to the streets.
Paint the warning,
letters bold.
Pull away while you can, make a mess, stain the sheets, and sweep yourself away.
She looks like heaven but all you see are golden streets not blood in the cracks.
Prayer in the light to make you stay.
Sweep yourself away.
Paint the warning,
letters bold.
Words that you cherished will be used against you until you see this is how you sleep with the cult.
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6. |
The River That Drowns Us
02:59
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It came like a scorched Chariot in the desert, swifter than we gave it permission to.
If you’d hung on to follow I’d be left with sore legs from trying to jump and pull you down.
It scares me to imagine the closet empty and the ground filled with more greatness than it needs.
There’s too many ashes in the sea.
Staring at the sun
Trying to survive with blurry eyes
‘cause our sick stomachs can’t handle anything that we put down.
I know you wish that he could see you finding your way.
With subtle shaky hands,
I know he’d be beaming.
We’re told that we’re always taken at the right time to be united with grace on the other side.
Well damn that chariot ‘cause
If I died tonight, I’d walk straight past God towards him so I could let him know that you cut back on the smokes before I did.
Damn that chariot.
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7. |
Keezletown
05:17
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And the flames
Make their way up the stairs
To the door
At the end of the hall
And I know, I know that I should run
I just want to sleep
And all my textbooks read
Stay below the smoke
Keep your head below the smoke
In the distance
I hear the sirens wail
And I wonder if they're coming here
And I breathed more smoke than you could know
It's starting to feel like home
It's getting harder and harder and harder and harder to breathe
Stay below the smoke
Keep your head below the smoke
And now I'm left without permanent landmarks
And now I'm left without permanent landmarks
Can't seem to move in any direction
But it's not complacency
When it happens what do you try to take with you?
What do you pull up by the roots and carry
Incomplete
Stay below the smoke
Keep your head down
Stay below the smoke
And you can crawl out
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