1. |
WARM
00:57
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There’s a coast that's close to me
And it’s everything to you
But it’s nothing
Nothing to see
It whips and burns
Churns and earns
Hopes alive
Spirits die
The heat erodes
Thoughts alone
But it’s everything to you
And it’s nothing
Nothing to need
Eyes on fire
Be warm
Peel back the skin
Swim elsewhere
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2. |
DOORED
00:43
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Wet seat
Weathers Turned
Head down
Grim return
Foul box
What a race
Waste of time
Get to place
Tar and paint
Fenced disgrace
Closer rat
I’ll eat your pain
To walk alone
Let me be safe
Silence is peace
Motor trolls will see
Head first
Ringing ears
I felt the gash
My blood is free
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3. |
TRUCK DUST
01:44
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Wheels turn
That’s their Job
Eyes close
Off you nod
It’s here with you I sit content
It’s here with you, time well spent
Truck dust
Attacks our space
Moments,
We are erased
Lost and dark
Touch face
Vision clears
Disappear
Hold a hand
Grip it tight
Out the window
Eyes bright
It’s here with you, I feel right
It’s here with you
It’s here with you
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4. |
PRECIOUS
05:19
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The black grout
The white tiles
Under the skin
I wish I was in
The bright lights,
Feeling normal.
Feelings move,
A poison taste.
The strong smell
Of detest
This brutal mess
What you make for leisure
A pile of trash
Makes your grass seem greener x2
You’re dancing with her
And you’re dancing tonight
Your’e dancing with her
You’re both dancing polite
The stairwell is toxic
Your embrace is tight
These moments are precious
I’m loving tonight
So cry, cry
Burn, now burn.
This is your house
You can do what you like
Sit down
Fix up
Make up
Present your life
Blinking eyes
Dry up the wet
This is your house
This is my place
Be as you are
With me, with you.
Pure fire, fuels the burn
Mothers ashes
Fathers medal
Atop the cabinet
Foundations
Outlast
And watch.
Your stare is long
To feel that sync
You tingle the spine
There’s no mould in you
Treat your pleasure
What a charming time of year
To treat yourselves
With desire
You’re dancing with her
And you’re dancing tonight
Your’e dancing with her
You’re both dancing polite
The stairwell is toxic
Your embrace is tight
These moments are precious
I’m loving tonight
So cry, cry
Burn, now burn.
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