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Vulnerable
03:06
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The night comes swiftly
I'm six leagues under this grave
God pass this quickly
I'm not so strong I'm not so brave
Vulnerable
It cuts, oh Father
My sweet safety is over
Do you forsake me?
Not like you, not sober
Vulnerable
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My God, this open sea
My heart's a small town lost beneath the waves
My soul's in atrophy
I wear its ruins on my sleeve each day
Beneath a wounded moon
Trails absent minded points of view, and you
With every shallow word
You paint the midnight more absurd and skewed
It comes, it grows
It dies, it goes away.
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Compromised
04:13
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Water in the boat
Hear the waves echo
Words that found my bones
Broken wings flew me home
Just hours before the sun
While you looked at what you'd become
Through insincere eyes
Came to me compromised
Closer to you, home
Forgiving. Oh, my soul.
Step out on my sea
Dismiss the sorrow within me
And take grace by the hand
Through this storm, you avalanche
Of tired bleeding eyes
Come to me, sunrise.
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Caskets
04:33
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Be my refuge until we're called home
I your ocean, you my ocean coast
Shadows settle, moons will draw me to you
Sing the world gone. Serenade the truth
Sing the world gone, and these words I keep
Let me drown this, let these nightmares sleep
Lend me graves for the caskets I carry
Let me drown this, let these ghosts stay buried.
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Steady
04:01
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Daughter, daughter
Falling, sinking
Drunk air, cold stairs
Dungeon, cellar
Bottled message
Going nowhere
Steady, steady
Hold me, trust me
Father Tempest
Be near, be near
Father, tempest!
Be near, be near
Walk blind, morning
Beating, breathing
Stranger, nomad
Mazing, wanders
Restless, restless
Bledding water
Restless, restless
Drowning daughter
Drowning, drowning
I am drowning
Drowning, drowning
Are you sorry?
It still cuts me ages later.
Are you sorry?
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Souvenirs
03:16
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Wake me, sleepless
I am fragile skin
Cracking, leaking
Trouble breathing in
Oh, the skies cry
And I lay awake
Seeking exits
There is no escape but through
Its hurting more and more
But I don't know what for
Souvenirs of an age old hell
When will I climb out of the well?
It suffers real reasons to bleed
I know its selfish, but its me
Cast my bottled message to the waves
Hope it still reads broken when I wake
"Love, I'm lost at sea
Please come rescue me."
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Siren Song
04:00
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White eyes, capsize
Go under, I didn't try that hard
I guess I suppress
But I can cry still if I really try
Its reassuring, this sweet enduring
I'll feel it when I'm ready
Love can sing a siren song and mean no harm
It kisses every scar
And mine, she holds the storm in me and let's it stay
Until I feel okay
I'm a shipwreck on the shores of a storm come and gone
Born into the tide
I was scared the sun would burn my eyes.
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8. |
Soft Violence
04:22
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Peter fell asleep in the garden
Moses never walked the Promised Land
Noah watched the world sink, punched the clock, had a drink
I am not the first broken man
I talk a fair game of love
Humility, selflessness and grace
But all of this thinking and feeling
Has left me in the same place
As I was in the days that they said, "You act old for your age."
I had not yet grown into my heart, into my soul.
I invited my demons for dinner
They persuaded me to let them stay the night
I'm too afraid to offend them
Kicking them out doesn't feel right
I want to teach them some manners
But they know that I'm hardly so kind
They laugh, they ask where is my backbone
But I'm still growing in to my spine
The world changed my heart in the soft, violent midnight cold
The things that I saw, no one else may ever know
I was growing in to my heart, to my soul.
I'm still growing in to my heart, in to my soul
For love alone can stand by the dark it holds.
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