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There Is A Gulf
03:48
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Far away from dry land
Where the borderlines are drawn on
There’s a gulf where the ghosts
Gather one by one
(To) Wash in a basin at the gates of hell
There is a lie
Caught in the waves tonight
Wash in a basin at the gates of hell
There is a lie
Stalking the souls on the waves tonight
I cannot get you out of my blood, father
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2. |
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Lie and connive them, but I can't defy them
The weakest leaders leading me
Needing some clean air, but I find it nowhere
Breathe in weakness; breathe in deep
Get out your ears
Get out your eyes and see
Get out your fears
They're nothing
Shining light on them to break ties that bind them
The blinding twilight piercing grief
Knee-deep in comparing my thinking and despair
The mindless silence healing me
Get out your ears
Get out your eyes and see
Get out your fears
They're nothing
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3. |
Still
04:49
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Strings to cans so I can hear your voice
Now talking is rapture; the strings give us order
and I am still...
Strings have stretched but I can hear your voice
Now talking is harder, but the strings are just longer
and I am still...
And your husband's here as well
And I know he'd like to help with the bills
Strings to cans so I can hear your voice
Now talking is rapture; the strings give us order
and I am still...
Strings have stretched but I can hear your voice
Now talking is harder, but the strings are just longer
and I am still...
Is there something else to tell
Of your own personal hell
Does it kill?
Strings to cans so I can hear your voice
Now talking is rapture; the strings give us order
and I am still...
Strings have stretched but I can hear your voice
Now talking is harder, but the strings are just longer
and I am still...
Strings have broke, but I can remember your voice
Now talking is harder, but the strings are just borders
And I am...
Still your son
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4. |
Grind
04:15
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Grind me down with honesty
'Til my blood runs in streams
Just apply some weight
'Til you hear the bones break
Truth and agony...
A diet of lavish deceit
Lies in all that I eat
A generous buffet
That can poison me
With empty calories
A loss of life is not the end
Death starts when words don’t match the actions in them
Meaningless statements and
Empty movements that can
Do me in
Add sincerity
To my mortality
And it should explain
Why I have chosen to live with a murderer
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5. |
Thüringer Sommer
05:18
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Our four hands need
A western wind and wings
The lightest breeze communicates
A symmetry that can't be named
Support this wavering imagery
With ballasts made of me
These distances create
A language love can translate
If I apply your voice to mine
The harmony is amplified
We need a sign; we need a guide
We discover that courage is blind
And as we climb the gales collide
We're tempted to stay by the coastline
Intensified in plain hindsight
The answer is universal
Forever love
Forever or never
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