1. |
It's Elementary
01:19
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(Instrumental)
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2. |
My Dear Watson
03:38
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We found a place
Inside this cave
We took new names
And loved untamed
We fed our brains
Saved the human race
We built a new home
and led the way
Give a fuck to breaking
We built the mold
Fashioned crowns of cold to stone
A glorious reign
Rise to set
Seasons changed
You caught a plague
That took you home
Now in this cave
I hide my face
In here I wait alone
To fade away
To fade away
To fade away
(I isolate)
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3. |
Sleep Walking
03:03
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Wake up and brush your teeth
Spitting the blood back in the sink
Pace the halls thousands of times
Recounting the freckles and re-reading the dotted lines
We're going in circles
Biting the tail to chase it around again
We keep going in circles
Living each day we wake up to do it again
So leave a message at the beep
I'll get back to you when I'm not alseep
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4. |
Au Revoir Adjö Adios
04:17
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We sat quietly
Avoiding fake words to speak
We sat quietly
The only noise that filled the room was from the T.V.
From the windowsill
The glass frozen shut
I heard you talk about
Why you loved it so much
How the cold reminds you of home
And you can't wait to breathe again
Her body curls up
Muscles relax
With home on her mind
Her brain wastes no time
Her breaths they start to shorten
And tears stream down her face
'Cause she knows it's a matter of time
It's fantasy 'til she wakes
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5. |
L'appel Du Vide
04:17
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How could I make this mistake again?
I keep finding new paths to the same wall
I keep looking but keep waking on the same side
Pull the covers over my head again,
I wanna dream up a new space.
It shatters like an old portrait
and every broken piece falls with grace
In every new reflection
I see a distant memory.
Some where I could find a comfort
A filling comfort in being empty.
There's something filling about being empty.
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Let the tide wash over
When you just can't relax
And everything feels like
It's gonna stab you in the back
So when you can't calm down
You can call me on the phone
And we can talk, whatever you want.
Don't think that I'm not listening
When you tell me about your dreams
No I get caught up in the music
The way you speak in heavens key
So count back from ten
Take as long as you want
Hear the waves crashing on the coast
That place your body calls home
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