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I have slept beside the winter and the green is growing slow
I have watched you find the places hidden by the snow
I have tripped into a valley that is blue till you can see
I want you to come walk this world with me
With the light in our eyes it's hard to see
Holding on and on to what we believe
I'm not touched but I'm aching to be
I want you to come walk this world with me.
And I'm sucked in by the wonder and I'm fucked up by the lies
And I dig a hole to lie in and I build some wings to fly
And I think that I could love you 'cause you know how to be free
I want you to come walk this world with me.
With the light in our eyes it's hard to see
Holding on and on 'til we believe
With the light in our eyes it's hard to see
I'm not touched but I'm aching to be
I want you to come, I want you to come
I want you to come walk this world with me.
And it's burning in our fingers and it's burning on the road
And I like the way you're broken and I'll like you when you're old
And I see you in the garden and I feel you plant the seed
I want you to come walk this world with me.
With the light in our eyes it's hard to see
Holding on and on 'til we believe
With the light in our eyes it's hard to see
I'm not touched but I'm aching to be
I want you to come, I want you to come
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Fall for me, my southern cross, my star
Shine for me when love has gone too far
I've got you belly-deep in me.
Just a little breath on the water is all we need
Just a little strenght in our hearts -
Enough to heal,
Enough to heal.
Dig me out, can't leave this love for dead
Hand to mouth we're picking up the thread
I've got you belly-deep in me.
Just a little breath on the water now is all we need
Just a little strenght in our hearts,
Enough to heal,
Enough to heal.
And the sea glistens,
And the waves pull us in
There's something rising up and up.
Just a little breath on the water now,
Just a little strenght in our hearts,
Enough to heal,
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There are parts of me he'll never know,
My wild horses and my river beds,
And in my throat voices he'll never hear.
He pulls at me like a cherry tree,
And I can still move, but I don't speak about it.
Pretend I'm crazy, pretend I'm dead.
He's to scared to hit me now, he'll bring flowers istead.
I need an island, somewhere to sink a stone
I need an island, somewhere to bury you,
Somewhere to go.
And the dogwoods shimmer in October sun,
"Oh sweet thing" he sings to me,
"You're the only one."
I need an island, somewhere to sink a stone
I need an island, somewhere to bury you, somewhere
I need an island, somewhere to sink a stone
I need an island, somewhere to bury you, somewhere to go.
And I don't know why I can't tell my sister,
He spat in my face again, and I don't want to die here.
You know that dream when your feet won't move,
you want to come but your body won't let you.
He steals it from me.He steals it from me.
It shines like sweat, like jewels,
Like something that has died to soon.
He fucks with the beauty.
A kiss, a kick, a kiss, a kick, a kiss kiss kick.
He steals it from me.
It's out of my hands again.
I need an island, somewhere to sink a stone
I need an island, somewhere to bury you,
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I think of Venus sinking down into the sea.
And what it is to be alone and have nothing.
I don't know why you want to leave this space between.
Is it easier to be alone and have nothing ?
You and me and everyone,
Throwing fire at the sun.
I put my hands up, lay my weapons down.
I know that I was stupid, I was wrong.
You and me and everyone,
Throwing fire at the sun.
If I listen there's something deeper that speaks.
If we reach out maybe we could make a little peace.
You and me and everyone,
Throwing fire at the sun.
Remember stealing oranges and how they bled.
And you're the one who showed me how to touch myself.
You and me and everyone,
Throwing fire at the sun.
Blood is a river, ties you to me,
Blood is a river, ties everyone.
Blood is a river, ties you to me,
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I put my hands where your wings should be,
I put my feet where the earth should be
And I can't see very far
And when you said that you were dead I hung on.
Something I feel,
You are an angel, or maybe you could've been
Something out here
You are an angel or maybe you could've been.
I've got this light hangs over me
I've got this fear cuts into me
And I can't see very far
And when you said that you were dead I hung on.
Something I feel
You are an angel, or maybe you could've been
Something out here
You are an angel or maybe you could've been.
See how they run
And nobody said you would go
See how they fall
And I can't see very far
And when you said you were dead I hung on.
Something I feel
You are an angel, or maybe you could've been
Something out here
You are an angel or maybe you could've been
See how they run
See how they run
All the same, all the same
Something out here
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Sometime I can feel you breathing into me.
And these hands I can feel them tugging at my sleeve,
I move through the day in the rhythms that I've known.
I've got this crazy dream of stripping down to truth and bone.
All of it, all of it, all of it stripped down.
All of it, all of it, all of it, to truth and bone.
My mouth is full of secrets I'm too afraid to tell.
My body's full of longing for you to know me well.
I move through the day in the rhythms that I've known.
I've got this crazy dream of stripping down to truth and bone.
All of it, all of it, all of it stripped down
All of it, all of it, all of it, to truth and bone.
I think of sinking in way over my shoulders,
Let the water, the water take me in and I
Need you to cut through to where I'm hidden,
I'm awkward and I'm too polite and I want
Two stars for arms like orion I could
Breathe in and breathe in and breathe out.
If I could only lose myself
I would lose myself in you,
I move trough the day in the rhythms that I've known.
I've got this crazy dream of stripping down to truth and bone.
All of it, all of it, all of it stripped down
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Eat your words, eat your heart out
Eat your words, eat your heart out.
There's not much left, just my red dress
Just this feeling that I got
You made me a victim in your Christmas kitchen
It's my memory it's your loss.
Blue black, maybe you got something
But the flowers grew back.
And was it familiar when you touched my sister
God, I don't think there's a word for that.
Blue black, maybe you got something
But the flowers grew black.
I gave it away, whore for a day
It's so ugly, I'm still breathing
But you never got my virgin heart
It stayed locked up, it's still beating.
Blue black, maybe you got something
But the flowers grew black
Eat your words, eat your hat
Eat your words, eat your heart out.
I never felt so clean, you did the sin supreme
You never had a clue, you can't take it with you
I never felt so clean, you did the sin supreme
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I carry you with me,
A ghost inside
And in these shattered arms,
You're still alive.
I carry you with me,
A holy shrine
And dogs and angels follow
Right behind.
And could I be walking higher,
Could I be right beside her ?.
The bones they buried,
Will feed the trees
But every word you ever spoke,
Is still in me.
And couldI be walking higher,
Could I be right beside her ?.
And I will feel for you in the music,
And I will send that river home.
And I will cry for you sometimes,
When the night is down.
And I raise my head up to the mountains,
Talk to the birds and I fly,
'Cause the spirit lives on,
When the body dies.
And could I be walking higher,
Could I be right beside her?
Could I be walking higher,
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You found me
Drifting,
Big motion like a bird,
Strangest song I ever heard.
Now, now that you're here
Stay with me light years,
Light years, light years.
No paper, no ring
In the trees where frogs sing.
I brought lilies for you,
Think of all the things were gonna do.
Now, now that you're here,
Stay with me light years.
I give you a thousand hours,
Making love in the tall sunflowers.
I give you a thousand feet
Down where the water's deep.
Sleepy storm, sleepy head,
Limb for limb on my bed.
Now, now that you're here,
Stay with me light years,
Light years, light years,
Light years, stay with me,
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It gets inside you like the sun,
it makes you wet just like the rain.
It makes you sound so sentimental,
it's a lovely kind of pain.
I used to dream,
I used to dream about Verona.
I used to dream, to dream,
I used to dream about Verona.
And if there ever was an earthquake,
I'd go down in the earth with you.
And if there ever was an avalanche,
I'd landslide down with you.
I used to dream,
I used to dream about Verona.
I used to dream,
I used to lean over the side of the boat
And get hypnotized by the water and dream.
It's up in the trees it's up to me.
It's out of the blue, out to you.
I used to dream,
I used to dream about Verona.
Yeah Romeo you are priceless, lifeless,
Skipping star to scar to star.
I used to dream you'd be
Slipping, slipping from me.
Burning, breathing, breathing,
Sleeping, in me.
I used to lean over the side of the boat
And get hypnotized by the water and dream.
Slipping, slipping, slipping,
Slipping from me.
Burning, burning, breathing,
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I saw a mountain from higher above.
I held your hand and I was doubled up in love.
Big sky above me, a river inside me
And I'm doubled up in love.
You're watching your step but you fall as you're walking.
You take it in stride but still you fall as you're walking.
Big sky above me, a river inside me
And I'm doubled up in love.
Feels good it feels like poetry
Don't ask me to explain it just
Feels good, like poetry,
I'm doubled up again.
Look at the sky,
Lift off like an aeroplane,
Watch the ground come up to meet you.
Big sky above me, a river inside me
And I'm doubled up in love.
Feels good, it feels like poetry,
Don't ask me to explain it just
feels good, like poetry.
I'm doubled up again.
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On the Vermont Transit Bus I leaned my arm into alittle chink of sun,
Going somewhere older than I was,
Strapped into something tight, keeping me small.
I dug into you like rock climbing;
Too scared of coming down,
Too scared of going up,
Too scared of rockface.
I should've split my sides or spilled my guts or hit you or something,
But I was good, and your father's little pancakes
So round and perfect and me sitting up too straight,
Laughing in wrong places, kissing you,
Kissing up, kissing too soon.
When the cock crows
When the morning comes where will I go ?
When the cock crows
When the love is gone where will I go ?
And when you got me pregnant I stopped the party and
I stopped the typewriter and I stopped your dumb ball game in the red barn and I
Stopped your father and bled instead.
And I felt the lie - something sticky on the inside,
A bitter wind in my throat,
Stopping me wanting,
In my stomach, in my head and you said
Sugar sugar, you couldn't come come
Sugar sugar, without your mother
Sugar sugar, you couldn't taste it
Sugar sugar, in my throat.
When the cock crows
When the morning comes where will I go ?
When the cock crows
When the love is gone where will I go ?
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