1. |
Traced
02:26
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In sparse twilight
Not dark and not quite mine
We trace a line
Wheat fields just blurs gone by
I wonder why
As I watch this cobalt sky
Mere flecks of light
Feel so strange tonight
You ride
In young moonlight
Pitch black and blinding bright
We pass the time
Green stalks just sway beside
I wonder why
As I watch this cobalt sky
Mere flecks of light
Feel so strange tonight
You ride
You trace a line
You pass the time
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2. |
Mandatory
03:05
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Landmine life
Til your teeth turn white
Like the clock keeps time
And the sun spends nights just being polite
Mandatory
You take the fun out of guessing
You are highly regressive
Who are you impressing?
Let them be the ones you never fail mention
Mandatory
Now you went and had your fun
Months on months on months on months
A list of all the work you've done
What you went and gave up on
How you went and had your fun
Mandatory
Now you went and had your fun
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3. |
Sacred Things
04:43
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Time moves in rhythms I don’t understand
Old becomes new again
Fog clears and there I am
Stoic and solemn and sick of this
Lurking in circles
Swimming along
Stirring up phantoms in the bog
Swimming along
Stoic and solemn and sick of this
Back where I began
Stone turned to dust in my hand
Stoic and solemn and sick of this
Seeking treasure in my swollen head
Are you dancing in the wings?
Pinioned dreams are sacred things
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4. |
Feast on Sand
04:08
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Counting grains in a squandered land
I thirst for water and feast on sand
Stole from serpents now I speak in tongues
Hope I’m home before I’m done
Sleeping in the desert
Wandering the dunes
Counting grains in a squandered land
Well, how about you?
None of this is true
Twisted rays and false hues
A superior mirage
Just who is who?
Counting grains in a squandered land
I thirst for water and feast on sand
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