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Shining Eyes
03:41
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Look into my eyes
They’re ocean-wide
See my hands up high
Pointing at the sky
Lets turn on the lanterns and the lights
Lets not be passing ships in the night
We’ve got to try with all our might
To push the waves back into the tide
Will you believe my heart is unconcealed
Will you come out with me to the playing field
Can you see how my eyes are shining
My arms stretched out, come with me, try this
Lets fill this dead air with our singing
I feel like dancing as if we had wings
Failing isn’t written in the nautical charts
The fogs of the night have escaped our hearts
Look into my eyes
They’re ocean-wide
See my hands up high
Pointing at the sky
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2. |
Sand
03:04
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Meant to be
All as planned
Blonde corridor
Light and sand
It was me
Black straw hat
Sticks and smokes
Authority
Playing drums
Clarinet
Father and son
In the room
Picture of you
To confirm
Picture now
See you again
In the basement
Dreaming in fear
Horror movies
In the attic
Her awkward smile
Her tall walk
What she doing
How she talks
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We lived in bareness
A bareness we wanted
We lived a black and white film
We lived every single reel
We had to be blunt
To be magnificent
We thieved and we lifted
Stuffed our heads with what we were gifted
We posed
I in “Paris Belongs To Us”
You perhaps in “Flaming Creatures”
We rose
To be romantics and dilettantes,
Vigilantes and militants
Take the yesterday and familiar
Make it celebrate, make it peculiar
Turn around look around
This is our town, our town
Your pay was a pittance
Silence only intermittent
But we were the heads of our states
The king and queen of spades
We followed the noise
The dancers and the costumed boys
Our signposts shining bright
Pointing signals in an empty night
I met you by the bowling lane
I was looking for a brand new name
You were looking for a new colour of hair
Both looking to trade in our fortune’s share
Take the yesterday and familiar
Make it celebrate, make it peculiar
Turn around look around
This is our town, our town
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4. |
Outside The Line
05:06
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5. |
Blue Water
04:20
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You look like Aurelien’s brother
The one who lost his life through murder
Under two moons one fateful encounter
Under two moons forever ever after
You look like the little lost prince
Over his heart folding his hands
I can see you with my eyes closed
You’re at sea and I see you letting go
You know you look peaceful
Floating the ocean of a crescent moon
No one coming through the halls for you
With candles in their hands, you can be sure
You look like you kissed life goodbye
Holding your breath, closing your eyes
You’re biting your lip in the fading light
It’s 1815, 4:30 at night
You look so goddamn pretty
The guiding light makes you look sleepy
When the moon dips, she will take you quickly
Tell me, when you’re gone will you think of me?
Blue water
It’s the light on your face
It’s the light of your grace
Blue water
Let go of your dreaming
Let go of your being
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6. |
Shivering
03:18
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7. |
Time To Start Winning
04:45
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Show me your hands
Show me what you banned
Open up your palms
One by one
You lured this tiny start
With the hopeful sounds of your guitar
I was hung up on what you fed me
On whatever love you promised me
There’s a star circling your sphere
A star calling out “I’m here”
But you turn the other way
Turning over night and day
Show me your hands
Show me what you banned
Open up your palms
One by one
It’s high time to write songs again
Find the knocking pulse within my veins
It’s high time to stop spinning
Ground my feet, it’s time to start winning
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8. |
Someone
04:15
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