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Two Ideals
04:19
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Hurricane
04:50
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New York has a hurricane of birds
Every sunset and rise again and again
They seem to be one,
but then do they feel the single loss of the act of breaking apart at every seam
Loving Venice like it's an only child
Making judgments on acts of nature
Even while it's breathing out as you inhale
Then you're crying foul when you notice it's turning pale
New York has a hurricane of birds
With conflicting opinions and the smell of trash i'm sleeping on the floor
you're on the couch wrapped up in a blanket that's breaking apart at every seam
Loving Venice like it's an only child
Making judgments on acts of nature
Even while it's breathing out as you inhale
Then you're crying foul when you notice it's turning pale
It's a hurricane, isn't it? It's a hurricane you made so you won't escape.
You can't fade out in real life
You can't keep using secrets like they're weapons
With conflict as your conduct to strangers and your close friends
You keep forgetting to stop forgetting the way you thought before
It's a hurricane, isn't it? It's a hurricane you made so you won't escape.
Spinning around in circles hoping something will come from nothing you create
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3. |
Electric Current
06:58
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Electric current doesn't know it's dangerous
or even of danger at all
At the end of the night somehow
you will always remind me that we all want something more
We think the heart is not a stone and the circuit has no soul
but they both work until the grow cold
Some words are not unknown just because they're untold
She watches
You know she does
She will turn her head to face eyes, both sets, alive
We'll pretend in the infinite so we'll forget juxtaposition marries men
Electric current doesn't know it's dangerous
or even of danger at all
At the end of the night somehow
you will always remind me that we all want something more
We think the heart is not a stone and the circuit has no soul
but they both work until the grow cold
Some words are not unknown just because they're untold
She watches
You know she does
She will turn her head to face eyes both sets alive
We'll pretend that it's alright to digress useless conversation lies
Is this game playing tricks on its self
She holds you the least
Is that why you would want her
Or is that why you would want her help
Torn between two ideals
I might be the weight attached and you the string
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