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The weatherman said rain
Sometimes the news is true
Spring is still elusive
Black sky always blooming
How’s it feel on you
We’ve been walking back
Another about face
Rewinding through the seasons
For no other reason
Than to find our place
Sometimes I wonder
Sometimes I wonder
Time is no longer thin
So I’ve been listening
To the dead radio station
Of a neighbor’s conversation
About the price of sin
A yellow rose in bloom
But that was yesterday
So let’s rearrange the petals
Into a sun that settles
Restless souls away
Sometimes I wonder
Sometimes the thunder shakes
Sometimes we fall
Sometimes we break
Sometimes I wonder
If it’s too heavy
But we always
Left with the weight
There’s a mockingbird
Owns these city streets
Loudest after midnight
When the black is blinding
I think it might be me
So make your joyful noise
Against the darkest wall
Add your whisper to the chorus
In another burning forest
Just before the fall
Sometimes I wonder
Sometimes the thunder shakes
Sometimes we fall
Sometimes we break
Sometimes I wonder
If it’s too heavy
But we always
Left with the weight
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It’s simple
I’m tired
The sun was beating down
We walked for
Some miles
You and your
Golden crown
How long
Can
You hold out
From all that pulls you in
We’re moths to
The medicine
Of light and it’s a sin
I don’t sleep well these nights
While my world is in a fight
And I’m trying
I’m trying
I’m trying to walk it off
But both my feet are fire
The dry leaves
They crackle
Trampled beneath our every step
Over kindling
I’ve been remembering
Back to when I last slept
And I wish
I could retrace
The dream
That we had made
But it’s
Just past my reach
And it
Maybe a while
Before
I close these eyes
And I’m trying
To fall asleep
I’m trying to walk it off
But both my feet are fire
And do you think we have a choice
Is there room to hold our voice
And do you think we’ll find the time
Where there’s quiet in our mind
And the world
Is changing fast
It may
Be dangerous
But it may set us free
And I have
a heart of hope
That’s trying
So hard to cope
And I’m trying
I’m trying
I’m trying to walk it off
But both my feet are fire
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The Daze (Dani Bell)
03:28
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I want to go
Where the ocean meets the sky
I want to know
All the reasons why
We fall down
We stand up
We bother
We try
We speak out
Our hands up
The tears that
We cry
I want to know
What I can’t know
Been running in place
To get out of this maze
Been Running in place
I've been running in place
To get out this daze
I’m breathing in
And even that’s a risk
We start again
But we're motionless
The hands of
This clock have
Been frozen
In place
And time is
The bait that
Gets everyone to chase
I want to know
What I can’t know
Been running in place
To get out of this maze
Been Running in place
I've been running in place
To get out this daze
It's alright
It's over
and over
I've been holding on
To something that's gone
I want to know
What I can’t know
Been running in place
To get out of this maze
Been Running in place
I've been running in place
To get out this daze
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Sitting restless by this window
Watch the sparrows in the park
Wonder where all of my friends go in the dark
Listen to the river rush of
Every single passing car
The city lights are constellations from this far
From this far
How I miss the quiet coastline
How I miss a whispered voice
How I spend this borrowed time will be my choice
Come to love this dusty island
Come to know it all too well
Finally feeling freedom right inside my cell
Chorus
If we’re all alone
Then no one is alone
Walking with a ghost
Into the new unknown
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I’ve heard you talk
Of oceans and palms
Of California skies
I’ve seen you walk
Down by the bay
Underneath moonlight
So far away
Frigid and cold
There’s snow across the ground
Could we just meet
Outside a dream
Where the western sun goes down
Tracing the steps
Left in the sand
To the long lost coast
Tracing the lines
In the palm of your hand
Holding me so close
But I’m breathing deep
Into the night
And ghosts come crawling out
Could we just meet
Outside a dream
Where the western sun goes down
Tell me one time
Paint it with words
Sketch out those silhouettes
Cause all I see
Is ice on the trees
A postcard of regrets
I want to run
When the night is done
Farewell to the town
Could we just meet
Outside a dream
Where the western sun goes down
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I bought you a ring
Of turquoise and coral
Not every story
Ends with a moral
Not every story ends
Not yours and mine my friend
I stood at the edge
Of a cold crimson canyon
Right on the ledge
Of reckless abandon
Closest I’ve been to free
Wish you were there with me
But I’m all way out west
Tryin’ to behave my best
And I’m full of fears and they’re all ears
Hearing what I say beneath my breath
I broke my chains
Shattered the shackles
I’ve always known why
Eve ate the apple
I’ve broken a law or two
I’ll break a few with you
But I’m all way out west
Tryin’ to behave my best
And I’m full of fears and they’re all ears
Hearing what I say beneath my breath
Red white and blue
Lights in the rearview
Speeding again
Just to be near you
Sirens’ll serenade
This is the bed I’ve made
But I’m all way out west
Tryin’ to behave my best
And I’m full of fears and they’re all ears
Hearing what I say beneath my breath
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9. |
Lord Above (Mara Kaye)
02:16
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Oh lord above
Are you listening
are you real
Can you hear me
Dear lord above
If you’re listening
I’ve been praying
For all I see
Am I shouting
Into shadows
Am I asking
for too much
When I see all
Of this hatred
All I wanted
Was your love
I’ve been down
On my knees
For so long
It’s hard to stand
When I reach out
Into darkness
I wish I could
Feel your hand
And I watch
A city’s embers
Where the tenants
Write in ash
They write your name down
They ask where are you
They hear your silence
They feel your wrath
Oh lord above
Feel my self slipping
Losing my grip
I have my doubts
When I prayed for
Rain for the fire
All you gave me
Was this drought
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