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Woodcutters
07:28
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A yellow paper moon
Crowns my eyes
And tucks the water around me
Like a lunar disguise
I’ve been here only for a day
My nails tracing lines in the ashtray
The streets are wet with light that doesn’t stay
Pink and blue, the scene gets erased
Nobody passes by
Caught up in glassy wire
Where ice chips, and time drips down walls
Into our arms
It’s a long way home when home is another way
To separate a man from his mistakes
If I’m not dead yet, then I might never be
And my date up north says I’m her dream
Nobody passes by
Caught up in glass and wires
Like birds on a pyre, my hands are on fire
The rails are cold
And I follow them home
Oh, I can’t go back that way?
Sign on the line
My hand slips down the stall
To ask for the time
Splintered windowpanes catch my hair
Scatter the light onto the wall
Into scales, my second skin
I’ve seen relief pass by
Drip from a milky eye
A cut thumb, a wink, a sigh
I want it all
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Negative Witness
04:23
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What will I see
When the hand comes down for me
Apartments shine,
Like victory bells
Lit from behind
It’s hard to tell
Where I come from
What I want, and where to fall
I’ll split in two to stay the same
A spine, an axe, a broken back
My insides out
Meet me at the bar,
I’m trying to take what I can
So I can fall
Would I like it all
I’ll split in two to stay the same
A spine, an axe, a broken back
My insides out
I want to be
Oh, I want to see
I’ll split in two to stay the same
A spine, an axe, a broken back
My insides out
How will I see through when the veil that covers me
Wraps me tighter
Teach me that trick
I’m not sick of it
Only tired
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Night Sculptor
05:29
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Were I to write myself
Que Sera, whatever is hell
My sinner sighs through white wax teeth
And there’s grease stains where his hands have been
Out under a glassy eye, patterned on
The moon in the summer sky
Hung around my neck
I want to take it off
Come alone
It’s pride that owns the night here
The light is old, it keeps me close
And without fear
With eyes like cut stained glass
He’ll bite your tongue
And drink your past
Out under a glassy eye, patterned on
The moon in the summer sky
Hung around my neck
I want to take it off
Come alone
It’s pride that owns the night here
The light is old, it keeps me close
And without fear
Come alone
It’s pride that owns the night here
The light is old, it keeps me close
And without fear
Let him draw you out
And cast doubt on everything
He'll laugh with his hands nailed down
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