1. |
False Alarm
03:12
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Nobody said
Tell me where to lie
Your body said
When do we go home
No Bodies in the back
Burnin' hot opposites attract
And we can be the false alarm
Actin' for reaction
Lacking forward action
Packin' bags with bones and bombs
So we lied
I swear this girls wasting my time
And yeah, i guess i knew the whole time
Theres no reasons left to wonder why
So im prepared to wish you a goodbye, a goodbye
Theres no reasons left to wonder why
And I'm afraid my dear we won't make it
Make it out alive
And baby
Treat me like you would yourself
And maybe
Our hearts could've alligned
But the line is thinnin' fast
And the draw mark you can't pass
Sits a hundred miles down the road
If you're askin' to come back
And let the past be the past
Then I'm livin' in two thousand four
No I'm not, gonna let this carry on
No I'm not, gonna let this carry on
There's no reasons left to wonder why
So im prepared to wish you a goodbye, a goodbye
Theres no reasons left to wonder why
And I'm afraid my dear we won't make it
Make it out alive
You want so hard to be
With the others that you see
-and-
You want so hard to be
A part of me, a part of me
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2. |
Bridge These Few States
04:24
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Suddenly I'm a parking lot
A face to a name that's long forgot
A marquee with letters gone
A cigarette on the tongue
-A PARTICLE SO I CAN'T REALLY MATTER
Bend the limits of improbable
And I was born with the gift of unstoppable
When it comes to impossible
It's gotta be something logical
-I COULD EXPLODE IF I JUST SPLIT THE ATOM
Someday
I'll shine
But i can't really think about that
So I'll take my sweet time
And hatch out a different plan
Always due time
Nothin' green grows on these
Hills if i shadow over them
So I'll make it right
And recompensate
I'm drawin' new lines
That dip down the valleys and illuminate
My horizon line
So I'm makin' time to
Bridge these few states
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3. |
Endeavor Forever
04:06
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I was in your home sunset on the western coast
I could hear my name in the vein of a church organ moan
I was in an attic reachin toward the figure of your ghost
I could see a frail thin frame and her finger bones
Holding up a photo of us we were both young and in love
I was in the moment when she spoke where my soul is too yours shall go
Sent to the great beyond
To endeavor forever
But I miss the way it was
When I kept my soul under skin
I lost it all
Life Debt and dog
Im not ready No
Im Not ready No
I wanna go back home
I've shed the flesh and all that is left
Is a shadow in the dark and a cold ghostly glow
I was in that home as a ghost near two hundred years
You learn a thing or two what to do when the living gets near
Shake and rattle bones let them know they're not alone
And you'll hear them scream
"Father Father bless my soul
For spirits walk and haunt these halls"
Sent to the great beyond
To endeavor forever
But I miss the way it was
When I kept my soul under skin
If there’s a light ill seek it
But if there’s no light im still here
If there’s a line ill cross it
But if there’s no line I’ll endeavor on
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