1. |
What's The Rush
04:01
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Her lips, her lips, the ones I'm trying to kiss
The moon, the breeze, the way that you breathe
Why does the future feel like glue?
What's the rush just pulling us through?
Your hands, your stare, the moments with care
The warmth, the dream, the changes in the leaves
Why does the future feel like glue?
What's the rush just pulling us through?
Her lips, her lips, the ones I'm trying to kiss
The moon, the breeze, the way that you breath
Why does the future feel like glue?
What's the rush just pulling us through?
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2. |
On To The Abyss
03:51
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I made the escape from the concrete shade
From the towers of faith that keep us safe
and the sun who stains our poisoned brains
is the only one who knows the way
lost on the road east of LA, lost on the road east of LA
I caught a grip from my caustic trip
on the empty space at Nevada's lip
where is your god now? where is your queen?
sitting at the heart of the American dream, sitting at the heart of the American dream
I've got no need for listless lips
cause words mean less when left with a kiss
If this is it, that's all there is, I've only ever known bliss
staring out onto the abyss, staring out onto the abyss
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3. |
Your Love Is The Tide
02:29
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Your love is the tide, that laps at my feet
but when I walk in, you always recede
and just like the dreams that visit in my sleep,
once you're gone, there's nothing to keep
I look to stars, for something we see
but if I march across them, we'd never meet
it's so hard to give a damn, when you stand so far away
who knew empty space could carry so much weight
Your voice is the light, that brightens the beach
but when it goes out, I'll be lost at sea
it's just so hard to give a damn, when you stand so far away
who knew that empty space could carry so much weight
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4. |
This Passing Trip
04:11
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I swear to God the night we met something heavy moved
I could tell because you said you felt it to
the shift in the space, the way our lips found their place
no awkward shame, they just wanted to be that way
and my only regret is that we didn't try our best, since that good should ever be in the past
and I just wish there was something you would do to let me know your thinking of it, like I'm think of you,
but most likely your fine, not paying the passing trip any mind
Late nights, and margaritas in plain view,
of that old theater where I first knew you,
reminds me of better days
when the next stop was your place
and my only regret is that we didn't do it more often locked in a room cause that's just what we wanna do
and I just wish there was something you would do to let me know your thinking of it, like I'm think of you,
but most likely your fine, not paying the passing trip any mind
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5. |
If We Already Know
03:58
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Way out west, where they forgot the fear
I swear we died, without a tear
and all the women, we left behind
they never ever could change our minds
and if we're enlightened, if we already know
well why the hell shouldn't we go ahead go?
Cause they said it was love, I said at first sight
Oh, Samsara tempts and boy does she lie
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6. |
Black Hole Blues
06:58
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God knows you've got the legs
the ones that make me quake
the ones that wrap around my spine
make my skin feel frayed
and all of me falls off in bits
right down to gut and bone
leaving nothing left
but a big black hole
and if I stand right behind you searching for a soul
I swear God damn, I'll make your heart my home
How'd you ever get that face
the one that angels frame
the one that blows my mind
makes me feel such shame
turns the most handsome man
into only stone
leaving nothing left
but a big black hole
and if I stand right behind you searching for a soul
I swear God damn, I'll make your heart my home
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