1. |
The Morning Sun
03:43
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If one day
You come home with an urn
With my ashes in
I want you
To take them to the wall
And scatter them all
As the night starts to fall
So you'd wake up in the morning with the sun
And I'd be sleeping by your side
If one day
I come home with an urn
With your ashes in
Then I would
Take them to the wall
And scatter them all
As the night starts to fall
So I'd wake up in the morning with the sun
And you'd be sleeping by my side
And you'd be sleeping by my side
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2. |
Change
03:17
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At the dusk
When the light starts to dim
At the end, of the summer
When the nights are drawing in
With patience it is waiting
Its time, to us, unending
Neither loving, nor hating
Its will, it is, unbending
At the mouth, of the river
Where the sea begins
At the edge, of the dream
Where perception's kicking in
With patience it is waiting
Its time, to us, unending
Neither loving, nor hating
Its will, it is, unbending
We will grow old
Then curl into a ball
We will throw
All our hopes to the wolves
At the start
When we're waiting to begin
At the end, of it all
When we look at where we've been
With patience it is waiting
Its time, to us, unending
Neither loving, nor hating
Its will, it is, unbending
We will grow old
Then curl into a ball
We will throw
All our hopes to the wolves
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3. |
Live It
02:54
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I turn around
It's you I've found
The only sound
To you I'm bound
This is life and we should live it
Summer days
A peaceful haze
A long embrace
With dreams to chase
This is life and we should live it
Those seeds we've sown
A place called home
Up high we roam
To the unknown
Hold on tight, let's go together
This is life and we should live it
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4. |
67 Walking Days
02:49
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Come inside
Of my mind
I'll Show you how
I move through time
The cold without
It bites our skin
But it cannot touch
The warmth within
Left unsaid
You cannot know
What it is
I fail to show
Look for the silhouettes
In the corridors
The morning glow
From our canvas sky
Slowly opens
Our dreamy eyes
With eyes wide open
We're walking on
Our will is fixed
By the midday sun
Look for the silhouettes
In the corridors
Time is passing them by
Their lives are passing them by
Don't wish away your time
Wish away your life
Left unsaid
You cannot know
What it is
I fail to show
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5. |
A Father's Sons
04:05
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I can still hear your voice
On the wind
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