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To restate the obvious
I know, it seems I've lost control
But I recall a simpler time
while walking to the grocery store
When you turned and said to me
you're happy as you'll ever be
Your unabashed naivete
I tied my shoes and smiled at the pavement
Thought I saw you buying gasoline
but I guess it isn't unlike me
To strain reality besides,
that night it was raining pretty heavy
Music's gonna heal my broken heart
I know that things can fall apart
So quick and by the time I knew
I'd lost most everything but
You were always there for me
an angel sitting in that tree
Showed me how a man could be
graceful as he falls and hits the pavement
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Forgive the space between
what's said and what I mean
Though the tape has long been dead
it plays on in my head
I heard that flowers grow
upon the grave of the late van Gogh
I bit the siren's line
but I escaped in time
You know it's so hard to find
someone to lend you time
You dream of somewhere else
'cause you can't accept yourself
Yea I heard that flowers grow
upon the grave of the late van Gogh
I bit the siren's line
but I escaped in time
Yea we should talk about it
which of us could have foreseen?
The petals of flowers falling
across the front porch screen
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Sunday's morning light
rub my lonely eyes
Find a shirt to wear
comb my knotted hair
In the living room
window's open in June
Hear your car outside
we're going out for a drive
Though my mind is concrete
water's pouring through
I'll come out to meet you
start the day anew
The sun's so bright it stings
mama's buying us diamond rings
We drink our coffee black
we live without looking back
Seeking love from me
you're barking up a solemn tree
Sweetheart, don't despair
we'll meet again somewhere
Though my heart is concrete
water's seeping through
I'll come out to meet you
start the day anew
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Sweet spell (Remastered)
03:28
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Pulled out of the parking lot
heading home just when I thought
about a daydream that I forgot
and it made me miss you a lot
Though I can't say what I need
I feel you so close to me
Puzzled by the petals strewn
still I sing my silly tune
In the morning I walked out
with some headphones and a blue beach towel
and I waded into the sea
and a thick fog enveloped me
Though I can't say what I need
I feel you so close to me
Puzzled by the petals strewn
still I sing my silly tune
I returned a different man
a yellow flower held in my hand
and a sweet spell fell over me
on the sidewalk there by the sea
Though I can't say what I need
I feel you so close to me
Puzzled by the petals strewn
still I sing my silly tune
Still I'm chasing after you
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Last night's flowers on the bed
felt them blooming in my chest
Held the fire in my hand
wove the patterns into strands
I keep writing songs to ease my mind
deter me from the pain I feel inside
Watch the seams get torn apart again
how it hurts my aching heart
Don't want to live through a cell phone screen
I want to chase my wildest dreams
Some have crumbled in these hands of mine
but I don't take it as a sign
Walked along the cemetery path
'til I thought "I should be getting back"
Go lie and bed and let my mind explore
think of everyone who's lived before
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My life occurs upon a line
running straight inside my mind
Birds are singing as I write
by the windowsill tonight
Oh, to be up in the air
living free of fear or care
I'm just trying to lay low
'til the morning light
Well I'm just trying to get by
spark my lazy, idle mind
Staring at the walls again
chopped in half by ceiling fans
There's no letters in the mail
all the bread is going stale
What's this trouble all about?
Guess I'll have to wait it out
If I ever get around
I might take my thoughts to town
If you see me in my car
and the windows are down
Please don't yell or wave at me
I'm not feeling well, you see
I'm just trying to lay low
'til the morning light
I'm just blurring into time
living trapped inside my mind
Reaching for a hand beyond
to pull me from my stagnant pond
Can't tell what I want or need
sister, tell me, can't you see?
What this trouble's all about?
Guess I'll have to wait it out
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The mountain's silhouette
our clothes are soaking wet
Beneath the purple sky
we clench our fists and cry
When all's been stripped away
what part of me remains?
It's hard to hold a shape
rewind the reels of tape
Reach for another clue
to find my way to you
Through glass so dimly
lit how can my soul transmit?
When you can't understand
stare at the ceiling fan
I want to drown in snow
to cut the line below
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I know it isn't fair to ask
but when I left, did you look back?
Walking out into that rain
beneath the hum of heavy planes
Would you have followed if I had said
that all the answers are in my head?
You toed the line and I stepped across
I'm recognizing what I lost
I want you
to see it through
I paid attention to the warning signs
yea it's raining but the sun still shines
You've got a smile like a cheshire cat
it's always hard to make you laugh
Do you remember in the parking lot
when we found an ounce of pot?
And then you threw it at a passing car
just like a dream, it was bizarre
Damage done
we're still young
Up to heaven and back again
I'm steady when I hold this pen
I came to sing you one last time
to sing my melancholy rhyme
A hymn for you to fixate on
while you're waiting for the dawn
In hopes that you remember me
and all the things I tried to be
And as it happens, I didn't know
of all the ways that I could grow
I hope that you remember me
when the rain falls on your street
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You are small and hidden
burning between two mountain tops
It is there
Sometimes you can see it
when the moon sits behind the clouds
On the coldest night
in February
It revealed itself to me
When I was young I stared at it
every night before I fell asleep
Anymore I can barely make it out
Amongst the other fires
Burning in the night ferociously
claiming their own validity
But I have seen
that the fire remains
Somewhere out there
I'll see it again
Among the burning ruins
and cities once made of gold
That we've heard so much about
but never seen
Pendulum will swing
Black sun burns and sings
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You're a patch of flowers
growing wild deep inside me
Something in your eye
mimes a marble or a diamond
Hidden underneath
like a lost enchanted city
I don't sing of what I've left
but of things that I still carry
I'm not in the room
as my lost mind gently wanders
Thinking of my life
and the days spent as a child
I listened to cassettes
on the swing set in the backyard
Learning how to sing
by the garden and the washline
Such a lovely day
and I'm writing just to tell you
I only slipped and drowned
in the bathtub of the world
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Yours was a song I could never sing
I couldn't get those notes quite right
words blurred to sound soon as they left my mouth
couldn't express the things I felt and I said
You're the shoreline, runs through my mind
keeps me out at tide
just look back when blue turns black
I'll be by your side
Love in the sun, then the rain rolled in
early September at the park
stuck with your song playing in my head
strike me like lightning when you're near and I said
I'll be honest, keep my promise
keep you safe and sound
won't take long when all goes wrong
I won't let you down
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