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Veins (01.11.2005)
01.11.2005
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Cars on Crescent (instrumental)
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I know you know
Let the life come back and force through my veins
It goes, it goes
Through the protons, neutrons securing the frame
Say yes say no
It's a matter of me forcing the praise
Put on the new
Woman, man, and child who are breaking the braces

The catacombs
And revolving doors inside of my brain
Preachers and whores
And the neon pulpits burst into flames
I come from both
Sides of me and either side of their tracks
Humbling my ghosts
Letting life that floods my veins bring me back

The unshackling of the chains on my wrists
And the loyalty to pain that resists
And the greatest books are talking about this
Why must everybody die to exist?

Hello my love
Seeking passages and food for your soul
On 95
Look ahead cause they're not filling that hole yet
Come lay your hands
Over mine and it will make us both brave
Braver to know
Let the light, the life force back in our veins

The unshackling of the chains on my wrists
And the loyalty to pain that resists
And the greatest books are talking about this
Why must everybody die to exist?

Are you ready for the power of god?
Are you waiting for the saints to all nod?
At the girl who should be raised from the dead?
At the demons who've been forced from my head?

Hey
Oh hallelujah
Oh hallelujah
Oh hallelujah I've come undone
Oh hallelujah
Oh hallelujah
Oh hallelujah I've come undone

The unshackling of the chains on my wrists
The loyalty to pain that resists
And the greatest books are talking about this
Why must everybody die to exist?

Are you ready for the power of god?
Are you waiting for the saints to all nod?
At the girl who should be raised from the dead?

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Days are going faster than I ever could keep up
Overwhelming, the bed I've tried to make so perfectly
I surrender my hands beyond my head
You read me

There's a harvest buried in the bottom of the sky
And I'm thinking what will then become of you, i
Analyzing your moments when you're here
Unrepeating

You know well when it hits me
It could raise these bones again
And I wish that the rumbling
It would shake me 'til I'm still

If you're walking and nothing's turning out the way I planned
Armaggedon is flooding through the living room and
I, triumphant, stand off dead and tense
We didn't

Call it off now, dramatic as I'm ever going to be
Second chances are slipping off the cliffs of this defeat
And I'm packing my pack again without
My car keys

You know well when it hits me
It could raise these bones again
And I wish that the rumbling
It would shake me 'til I'm still

Say it like you mean
Mean it like you said it to me
Now it's out of his hands
You cant tear us apart
Because there's nothing to mend
You know well
You know well
You know well

When it hits me
It could raise these bones again
And I wish that the rumbling

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If you're gone, I can still hear your voice
Little voids making an anti-noise
Powerless, I need to rest a while
You were indelicate on my mind

But out of the black pools
I've risen up
I've risen up above

Do you dare there to give me your eyes?
Kissing me under the gravel skies
Won't feel right if I run after you
But I know one of us has to move

But out of the black pools
I've risen up
I've risen up above
Cause I still love you
I've risen up
I've risen up above

Stay a while
Stay til forever ends
Dont give up
Let the desire sink in

In this room: a door to the open road
In this room: lovers cannot let go

But out of the black pools
I've risen up
I've risen up above
Cause I still love you
I've risen up
I've risen up above

Out of (out of)
The black pools (the black pools)
I've risen up
I've risen up above
Cause I (cause i)
Still love you (still love you)
I've risen up

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So far from you; other side of the wall
There's a bottomless cry that is spinning
Interdimensional, hidden inside
Of these lights which I seem to be missing

Marching ahead to silent beats
Bumping into these dead machines
You can hear everything with me
You can win everyone but me

Gonna feel my way around you
And then you're gonna get down on your knees
And grow accustomed to the darkness
And see what you're supposed to see
Head up straight
I know what I'm doing
Head up straight
I know what I'm doing
I don't

Don't think I'll talk
Yeah I don't think I'll breathe
And I don't think I'll think
What you're thinking

All that I know of us is what was there
In the longest of stares we were sinking
Ashes to beauty; rust in lust
Passion attempts; misguided trust
Smoking your bag of trickery
Getting to love the little beast

Gonna feel my way around you
And then you're gonna get down on your knees
And grow accustomed to the darkness
And see what you're supposed to see
Head up straight
I know what I'm doing
Head up straight
I know what I'm doing
I don't

In this wading pool
In this waiting room
I elevate us down

In a neglected olive tree
Here is the part you reach for me
Say that you have no need of this
Say it again
Say it again
Say it again
Again again again

Gonna feel my way around you
And then you're gonna get down on your knees
And grow accustomed to the darkness
And see what you're supposed to see
Head up straight
I know what I'm doing
Head up straight
I know what I'm doing

Gonna feel my way around you
And then you're gonna get down on your knees
And grow accustomed to the darkness
And see what you're supposed to see
Head up straight
I know what I'm doing
Head up straight
I know what I'm doing

Gonna feel my way around you
And then you're gonna get down on your knees
And grow accustomed to the darkness
And see what you're supposed to see
Head up straight
I know what I'm doing
Head up straight
I know what I'm doing

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Cars on Crescent (instrumental)

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It's Monday morning and the coffee's on the brill
The sun's a warning, sending signals to the moon
I rise and fall in my accustomed rusted habits
I cant believe myself
And I can hardly stand it anymore

It's Tuesday morning
I file my nails and wash my hair
You're still sleeping like I'm hardly even there
The smell of tangerines are floating through the window
I wonder if someday I'll turn into your widow or your maid

It's Wednesday morning
I think you may have tried to cheat
I smell the perfume on the inside of your sleeve
I must admit I know I can be uite obsessive
I get dramatic and I'm ready to confess it to the lord

It's Thursday morning
I could be pregnant; could be bored
I want to love you
I want to be the staple sword
We might be out of soap or real communication
And all the tricks my little brain plays on my nerves
They need to end

It's Friday morning
Thank god the weekend's almost here
Let's get some breakfast and get far away from here
So I can tell you that I am a secret agent
Who's stationed in a small hotel in Southeast Asia
But that's a lie, you know I've never even been there

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Bring me back to the time again when the fire is wild and the summer's red
And you walk through weeds just to make a garden
We loved too much and we loved too hard
And it went too fast and I went too far
Nothing could have stopped me back then

And I'm back to my childhood I can't believe
I was running
But wasn't running from anything, anything yet.

Well, the root still grows in the concrete fine
And you never think you'll run out of time
The root still grows least that's what I'm told
Though the tree is scared of heights.

Don't look down it's been 15 years
How did I get so far from what I hold dear
But I didn't think I would need to think much
The air this high makes it hard to breathe
And all I wanted was something I could believe in
Now I believe that when you're leavin me you're still here

And the grass will be scorched in the summer's sting
And we'll dance there, like it's not seeing anything, anything yet..
And the root still grows in the concrete fine
And you never think you'll run out of time
The root still grows further than I know
Though the tree is scared of heights

Well I still wait for anyone to keep their words
It's like trying to start a fire that could not be burned
So if you wanna cut me down you better aim low
And you look at me like I should've pleased ya
And you look at me like I still should need ya
And I need too much, you need to much to need this

To need this
To need this
To need this wooa woooooa

To need this
To need this
To need this wooa wooooa

To need this
To need this to need this?

And the root still grows in the concrete fine
And we never think we'll run out of time

And the root still goes further than you know
The root still goes further than you know

The root still grows least that's what I'm told
Though the tree is scared of heights

Hmm. Eh hey.
Hmm. Eh hey.

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I dig my heels into the dirt cause this one's gonna hurt
Won't let the waves wash me away is what I always pray
In my heart I know you didn't see in the dark or find your way through me
Now I'm alone my hands are numb how do I carry on

At the turn of the tide I feel this part of me die
Am I washed on your shore and barely alive?

Now I'm held hostage in my head with every word you said
God all those lessons in my past I spit them out so fast I
See myself
With you I act so small see myself with you I always crawl
So someone leave a raft for me the water's getting deep

At the turn of the tide I feel this part of me die
Am I washed on your shore and barely alive?

Here I am in my insecurity
Here I am with my damaged dignity
Here I am you're pulling me in too deep
Here I am
Here I am, I'm in the mercy seat
Here I am, running without my feet
Here I am, oh what's come over me
Here I am

When I was melting in your hand you didn't understand
You slip through me like grains of sand you still don't understand
Overboard I'm thrown out to see what you are and what I mean to me
But I will always have my dream where you can swim to me

At the turn of the tide I feel this part of me die
I've been on your shore before and it was no waste of time
Over my head and in my mind
Am I washed on your shore and barely alive


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