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Intro Song (Mood)
01:17
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And it seems to me
This ain't actually
Where we're supposed to be
But then how are we
Supposed to know?
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2. |
DWB
04:28
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Drinking coffee
Because I can't fall back asleep
So why not stay awake?
Sometimes I feel like a god
And other times I feel like I'm fading away
But can I seize the day?
That's when I slip off an edge
But I'm gonna land in the water for now
Drinking whiskey because I can't fall back asleep
So why not stay awake?
I gotta get up again
Every time it's more tiring
I'm down on my knees
Then I'm up to my feet
Then repeat
Come and watch me try
Last night I called you up
Told you that I was heading west
Lift this weight off my chest
I have to drive into the night
Past the truck stops and the street lights
Maybe I'll pick a fight?
My car broke down
On the side of an old dirt road
The sun was lying low
I opened up the door
Tumbled out on to the forest floor
Is this all or is there more?
I gotta get up again
Every time it's more tiring
I'm up on my feet
Then I'm down on my knees
Then repeat
Come and watch me try
Dirty white boy, singing his own anthem...
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3. |
Winter Skin
04:21
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Trying to follow
But where did you go?
Footprints disappear in falling snow
I walked into this bedroom
With an empty plate
Just a flickering screen to satiate
I found some nails
And some lumber too
Started putting up walls all around the room
'Cause in this weather
There's no need to be bold
The thicker your skin, the less you feel the cold
As the sun melts all this snow
I'll shed my skin
Take it off and wash it in the water
My winter skin
The first ray of sunlight
Slipped under my door
Woke me from my sleep, curled up on the floor
I climbed out the window
And I fell upon the world
Soaked in the rain, watched the fiddle-heads unfurl
I need a friend
Like a dog needs a bone
I ran down the hill, I was headed for your home
When I got to the house
It was all boarded up
A sign on the door
Said "our time is almost up."
I peered through a crack window
I could barely recognize
The glint of green in all that gray
That had filled your eyes
I grabbed the ax from the woodpile
Started tearing at all the boards
I dragged you out into the sunlight
What could I do? Nothing more.
As the sun melts all this snow
You'll shed your skin
Take it off and wash it in the water
Your winter skin
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4. |
Indian Summer
03:43
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Words and tunes
Lost in the breeze
With you
Indian summer, baby
Making me feel
Like you're my lady
I can't sit still when you're in the room
If I reach out my hand, would you reach yours too?
The sun is low, let's break out the wine
We can get tipsy just in time.
Why don't we
Lay on the floor
And shut the door?
Look at me
Will you love me
Before we die?
We can watch
As the changes
Go tumbling by
Starts out strong
Inventive loving
Fresh feelings
Hot like an oven
This Indian summer
Brought us together
But can we weather
A change in the weather?
Days go by
Minor bickering
Did I make you cry?
Feels like we're slipping
But the sunshine
Is fading
And the light in your eyes
Is illuminating
Summertime
Last minute loving
Before the green leaves change
Hold your hand
No longer bluffing
These feelings for you won't change
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6. |
Saint Babe
03:25
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I'm not exactly God-fearing
Skip that Sunday every week
Mama says I'm blasphemous
Ain't never been on my knees
But baby when I saw you
Virginal and fully clothed
I compared you to
A goddess from a dusty tome
Tell me what the preacher say?
Alive again on the third day?
Desire taking over me
Singing this hymn to ecstasy
Baby you're a saint
Wanna worship at the church of you
And if our love is tainted
Come on, give me that forgiveness
They nailed that homeboy to a cross
Justice via crucifixion
Never thought I'd be praying
But loving you's a pious mission
I'm going straight to God with this
Gotta take it up with His holiness
Cause you got me hungry for the answer
This suffering for just a kiss
Slip a glace, babe, show me some knee
Sunday school be damned
No more rosary
Now gimme an Amen and let's ascend to heaven
Baby you're a saint
Wanna worship at the church of you
And if our love is tainted
Come on, give me that forgiveness
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7. |
Growing Pains
03:19
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When I was a child
I found love everywhere
Even in the faces of strangers
They smiled on me, I smiled on them
Where has the time gone?
Naked on the lawn
Where has the time gone?
I must be moving on
We'll see
See you remember
But we can't, we can never go back
We can try, try to find the feeling
But I wonder what it would lack?
When I was teenager
I saw colors everywhere
Even where the light was faded
The aesthetics of the world amazed me
Where has the time gone?
Naked on the lawn
Where has the time gone?
I must be moving on
Guess I'll be moving
I must be moving on
Guess I'll be moving
I must be moving on
Where has the time gone?
Naked on the lawn
Where has the time gone?
I must be moving on
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8. |
Tumbili
02:51
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