Founds total 12 songs
We Don't Eat
If this is redemption, why do I bother at all. There's nothing to mention, and nothing has changed. Still I'd rather be working at something, than praying for the rain.
The Lakes
Stow it away for words for dream. Took the nerve for unseen, feeling it go untrue. For a say what is true of chaos in too. . Then in the quiet it calls again.
This Old Dark Machine
Spring it came upon us,. Every insect filled the air. Dropped their wings upon my brother,. Cast their shadows on his hair. . If we follow where they're leading,.
Repeating
Soon as the storm hit, struck on the hull. Hand in the hallway, here was the soul after soul. Then in a waste end way they call them home. Take it through the footstep in the hearing call.
Look Out
Out with the golden drizzle. and the lower past that crawls.. Now, to the doorway you run. to the girl that's not enough.. . Shower's looking, now we're peeking over, I was lucky..
Red Dust
I will not cave under you. For my heart is an unending tomb. I will not trouble your rest. For my heart is infinity blessed. . Ever a hard rot. Cut from an ancient cloth of old.
If I Had A Boat
Golden, golden, golden river run. To the East then drop beneath the sun. And as the moon lies low and overhead. We're lost. . Burn slow, burning up the back wall.
Gold
How was the cold. Along the path I determined to hold. Although it coiled round a perilous wing. Blinded by hot gas and carving off steam. There was still smoke.
Hear The Noise That Moves So Soft And Low
Hear, hear the noise that moves so soft and slow. That's the sound of freshly fallen snow. Your love is gold, your love is gold. Seems, seems as though we'll be stuck out here for days.
Follow You Down To The Red Oak Tree
Follow you down to the red oak tree. As the air moves thick through the hollow reeds. Will you wait for me there until someone comes. To carry me, carry me down.
Ghosts
The moon holds the light. And the moon's this spinning globe. Shedding light upon the road. The bird won't fly. And a bird without its wings is a low and tragic thing.
Down The Burning Ropes
When the hills let go. Slowly fade into the water like some ancient lover. On a ship filled with ghosts. It's something to behold. . When the paper thin girls.
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