1. |
Palaces, Homes
04:52
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I was born to
Sing with the birds in the daylight
But I found midnight instead
Then wanting
That harpy she found me
And everything looks better
From her point of view
I grew up with
The banshees of summer
Howlin’ through my window
Their screams put me to sleep
There magic, a story
Words that needed working
The pages stuck together
And the ink it stains my hands
Shade
Keep me from this weather
My blood runs greener
And I’d rather live in
Palaces, Homes
Pain
Keep me on the level
I’ll keep on writing scripts darker
I’d rather work in
Palaces, Homes
I was raised
To keep impossible out of mind
A place lost to the children
But to see it gives me chills
And makes me wonder if it’s
Possible said wrong
I was told
To be what I wanted to be
So I sought out my futures
Teachers, doctors, creatures
And some futures I should have never
Seen at all
Shade
Keep me from this weather
My blood runs greener
And I’d rather live in
Palaces, Homes
Pain
Keep me on the level
I’ll keep on writing scripts darker
I’d rather work in
Palaces, Homes
Oh, oh
Shade
Keep me from this weather
My blood runs greener
And I’d rather live in
Palaces, Homes
Pain
Keep me on the level
I’ll keep on writing scripts darker
I’d rather work in
Palaces,
Shade
Keep me from this weather
My blood runs greener
And I’d rather live in
Palaces, Homes
Pain
Keep me on the level
I’ll keep on writing scripts darker
I’d rather work in
Palaces, Homes
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2. |
Picnic Pt. 1
01:33
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Let’s stay on this ride
I lost my voice shouting
Let’s stay on this ride
I lost my voice shouting
You scream too
You left your voice behind you
Let’s catch a cab
No I don’t want directions
Let’s catch a cab
No I don’t want directions
Do you?
Can you say that you do?
And it’s hard, hard, hard
To die
When you’ve got so much left to prove
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3. |
Picnic Pt. 2
03:24
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Let’s go to Mars
Take an impossible journey
Let’s go to Mars
Take an impossible journey
Just me and you
It will be better when it’s true
Let’s hold a parade
With the summer before us
Let’s hold a parade
With the summer before us
We’ll walk in twos
The kids will walk with us through
And it’s hard, hard, hard
To walk in line
Without shoes
Light the candles
It’s an anniversary
Not for a wedding
But when school turned into
Splashing streams
You always said this was your dream
Shovels up child
Digging holes for mud to fill
A perfect purpose
Demand to change
What land has built
A picnic spread out on a quilt
And it’s hard, hard, hard to change your mind
It’s hard, hard, hard to change your mind
It’s hard, hard, hard to change your mind
In your youth
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4. |
Make Up Another
04:18
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If I could spit from the rooftops
If I could put my mistakes down to haste
I’d strip all my rhymes to their reasons
And all of my love down to a single face
Think of a number, now make up another
I’ll guess until I get it wrong
I’m my grandfathers tricks with new time to shine in
And I’ve never been curious long
Oh
Woo-ooh-ooh
I’m buried shallow
I’m diggin’ myself three feet in
A plot to narrow
I guess I’ll just lay on top of it
If I say your name I mean another
A kiss remains, I’ll call you brother
If there’s eyes that haunt you, look towards the sun
The blind can lead the blind, after the heartbroke run
Oh
Woo-ooh-ooh
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