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here, with a little coat of arms
and a broken heart
said dear, won’t you tell me about your fears
said they’ve run wild
gone too far
and I don’t know where to start
instead, I built up a veneer
to keep it dark
yeah so dark
so you won’t see my shadow
but, if there’s anyone
you’re the one
yeah you're the one
just don’t know where to start
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1 (Maine)
03:33
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where did the time go?
and where did my mind go?
and what was it that your mother said?
when we wrote a letter
to your sister in Maine
sent her canadian cigarettes
said, send us warm weather
and tear up our letter
'cause you have what we can't
what we cannot
bear to remember
that night in december
when your mother sent you out
in the rain
well distance my darling
a distance menagerie
where we keep our mutual fears
about love and forgetting
and time thats unending
that life's just a circle
that bears no repeating
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2 (Wasn't There)
01:48
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I went looking for some innocence
but oh, oh, oh, it wasn't there
thought it might be in north dakota
so oh, oh, oh, I went there
but oh, it wasn't there
oh, oh, oh it wasn't there
thought it might be in new mexico
so oh, oh, oh, I went there
but I think I found more solace
in a single strand of hair
than oh, oh, oh, I found there
and I think I got wisdom
from a stranger in a bar
than any book or talisman
that said oh, you've gone too far
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3 (Saints)
02:38
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we named your limbs after saints
and the thursday after each time you die
will be a holiday
your ex-lovers
they bring us fruit
and with defeat
say, have something good to eat
we named your limbs after saints
and the thursday after each time you die
a feast will be held
and in the corner
there sits a man
he takes the knife
he carves the bird
he drives it in again
and never sits down again
we named your limbs after saints
looks like you're poised to to save face, after all
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5. |
3 1/2 (Run Between)
00:13
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I think i fell in love with the pouring rain
or at least the idea I'd see you again
and to think I came to rely on those notes you wrote
handed down to me like a length of rope
(whistle here)
I think I fell in love with the pouring rain
let me just ask my questions again
like would it have made any difference
if I could have held you again?
(again, again, again)
cause life just boils down to
how much of what we see is through a window pane
(whistle, again)
and if i could only stop and take
a breath to count the ways
the way you couldn't whistle
brightened up my day
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7. |
5 (Lexington)
02:37
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I can hardly bring a more vivid image to mind
than that of you and I standing at the shore of some New Jersey beach watching the steam rise from the tunnels of the PATH trains and fight its way up against the first snowfall of the year, and in this memory you raise your hand and pinch what you can see of the city skyline between your outstretched thumb and my eye and after a time I brush a long strand of hair from your eyes and you say without sorrow,
I am a flat line.
and at a diner on Lexington, I was given a new nature of existence in the quivering hand that bore the check
to our empty table.
a week later, I fell asleep in the train station I felt the light leaving the room in the wake of the train and thought or spoke or wrote, if I am cold then let me breathe fire, for I have spent too much time worrying about the wasting of days
and as I thought of this I found written in the daily paper the knowledge that the fleeting is only precious if we see it as such
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8. |
6 (Coat of Arms, Close)
03:24
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here, with a little coat of arms
and a broken heart
said dear, won’t you tell me about your fears
said they’ve run wild
gone too far
and I don’t know where to start
instead, I built up a veneer
to keep it dark
yeah so dark
so you won’t see my shadow
but, if there’s anyone
you’re the one
yeah you're the one
just don’t know where to start
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(Meaningless Words)
I think we've lost our faith in days
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