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my dreams would change over centuries
if i had a thousand lives to choose from
but we don't change
what we don't see
because we affect each other endlessly
and i see between your eyes
lines of language to be taken along
i came from the mountain
my fears would change over centuries
if i could choose a thousand lives to live from
but we can't change
what we can't see
because we affect each other endlessly
and i see between your eyes
lines of language, to be taken along
i came from the the mountain
and i see between your eyes
lines of language, to be taken along
i came from the the mountain
oh i came from the mountain
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I know all the old patterns
Because I live by the sea
And what I translate in water
It won't come back to haunt me
So cut another pattern
To make a suitable friend of me
And in your illumination is your apology
What we keep of last night while we sleep
It's what we keep of last night
While we sleep
And I watch your grave
Be written all over your face
On the longest day
When midnight tries to take my place
As still as I watch your face
Be written all over your grave
Should have passed like hours
Passed like years but felt like days
And you live in the shadows
Of the evenings you mislead
But they're too real to be forgotten
If you choose the right company
And I run each finger through the dust
And only through your hair in sleep
But it's like the first breath in the morning
And it brings the past back to me
What we keep of last night when we sleep
It depends what we keep of last night While we sleep
And I watch your grave
Be written all over your face
On the longest day
I watched people fight to take my place
As still as I watch your face
Be written all over your grave
Should have passed like years
Passed like hours lost in days
And I watch your grave
Be written all over your face
On the longest day
When midnight tries to take my place
As still as I watch your face
Be written all over your grave
What should have passed like hours Passed like years passed like days
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Every early morning just to wake up and put coffee on the stove
The morning secret code
And every early morning when the night is always crueler than the day
I watched the sea turn from gold into
Every line of a long moment written down in my handwriting
It makes me feel free to do anything
As I look out across the wall
Look out across the wall and into the Atlantic
Look out across the wall
Look out across the wall and into the Atlantic
Every winter morning between clock hands than type out your day
And I become the only light that could ever reach you
And every early evening walking through fields that turn from green into grey
And you can only hear when I shout your name out
Every line of a long moment written down in my handwriting
It makes me feel free to do anything
As I look out across the wall
Look out across the wall and into the Atlantic
As I look out across the wall
Look out across the wall and into the Atlantic Ocean
Until it becomes a sea
Until the north seas waves they come to cover me
And I look out across the wall
Look out across the wall and into the Atlantic
Look out across the wall
Look out across the wall and into the Atlantic
Look out across the wall
Look out across the wall and into the Atlantic
Look out across the wall
Look out across the wall
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If you never leave the highlands
like you're drowning under rain
and your sadness tastes like whiskey
and my body breathes the same
and ill drain my wisdom empty
just to feel that space again
but you know nothing is outside
and my secret is my silence
my secret is my silence
and my silence is in vain
im sick of living in these buildings
that were built from blood and rain
and from the warm side of the window
the views always look the same
but your face it held the stories
full of dreams it can contain
but you know nothing is outside
and my secret is my silence
my secret is my silence
and my silence is in vain
but you know nothing is outside
and my secret is my silence
my secret is my silence
and my silence is in vain
and you held on to a country
from the cail yard to the grave
and you spoke in quickly written verses
hidden in your gaelic name
to approach land without a harbour
to find your way home
you approach land without a harbour
to find your way home
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It was act three that broke your heart
The part without acting that broke your heart
Framed by the actor who tried to break your heart
As if an island could ever break your heart
If only you could see all the things I saw
On the walk back towards home
If only you could see all the things I saw
On the walk back towards home
It was act four that broke your heart
And I cast the actor to try to break your heart
It's on the surface of every broken heart
As if an island could ever break your heart
If only you could see all the things I saw
On the walk back towards home
If only you could see all the things I saw
On the walk back towards home
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Oh, Woh Oh Oh
Oh, Woh Oh Oh
Oh, Woh Oh Oh
Oh, Woh Oh Oh
And when I wake up and it's not that cold
in the morning and I'm not that old.
And if you told me true ?????? doesn't pay
So I wake up in ????? Bay
Let the anchor mark the spot where I lay
Yeah the anchor marks the spot where we lay
If you take it from the drifter to the lake
into a landscape that doesn't say anything
Oh, Woh Oh Oh
Oh, Woh Oh Oh
Oh, Woh Oh Oh
Oh, Woh Oh Oh
And I lay at the battles where stories are told
So each day I wake up and I'm not that old
Back to the cold, cold world where I lay
When I wake up it'll come and pay
Let the anchor mark the spot where I lay
Yeah the anchor marks the spot where we lay
If you take it from the drifter to the lake
into a landscape that doesn't need to say anything
Oh, Woh Oh Oh
Oh, Woh Oh Oh
Oh, Woh Oh Oh
Oh, Woh Oh Oh
Woh Oh Oh
Woh Oh Oh
Woh Oh Oh
Woh Oh Oh
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you know where you are
at the end of the alphebet
when letters run out
and your left with your name
and you turn a new page
just to choose a new age
till you find one more day thats the same
the phrase that shape me
the moments escape me
when you called me the name i became
in the space between what we say and what we mean
and till we find one more day thats the same
and time will stop and start again
(start again)
your leading my heart again
back to a place where i chose my own name
watch time stop and start again
(start again)
your leading my heart again
if i could name anyname
you know where you are
at the end of the argument
surrounded by echo's
that take on the strain
like the words that fall down
like the rain on the ground
till i find one more day thats the same
and time will stop and start again
(start again)
your leading my heart again
back to a place where i chose my own name
watch time stop and start again
(start again)
your leading my heart again
if i could name anyname
(you know where you are)
(it's these moments that make me
and rummours that save me
they taught me the things
that i fainly became
through the mirror between
what we say and mean)
till we find one more day thats the same
and time will stop and start again
(start again)
your leading my heart again
back to a place where i chose my own name
watch time stop and start again
(start again)
your leading my heart again
if i could name anyname
(you know where you are)
if i could name any name
(you know where you are)
if i could name any name
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If there's no geography
In the things that we say
So words will keep us locked
In their old-fashioned way
Sure we are held together by
The experiences we've shared
But it's taken me
Waverley steps to get there
Close the front door
To open the window
Let the light be mined away
At least the light is mine always
But even the light will fade away
I woke up from this dream I had
In Washington Square
When the sun finds its place
On my skin
And your eyes, they look down from a silent film
We're both breathing smoke like we're breathing air
But it's taken me
Waverley steps to get there
Close the front door
To open the window
Let the light be mined away
At least the light is mine always
Even when the light won't fade away
Close the front door
To open the window
Let the light be mined away
At least the light is mine always
Even if the light will fade away
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if you could choose your surname by the color of the sky
wrap yourself in clothes there's a hundred years
and they're running out your eyes
and turning into rain, into words, into phrases
the sentences that become an excuse
so we can wake up where we choose
I'm dreaming a dream like I am innocent
I dream like I am innocent
I dream like I am innocent to dream
and possibly the bigggest problem
we have here on the earth is that every night
when the sun goes down and stars come out
and it's the endless possibility of a dark sky
and its questions that make us realise
what we could never be or what always could be
I'm dreaming a dream like I am innocent
I dream like I am innocent
I dream like I am innocent to dream
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Please play me something that begins where it ends,
And you seem so far away by night or by day.
Even I stand alone when there's truth in my way
Unless the air is full of prayers
And you lift up your voice to sing what I say
And there's always a truth, and there's always a new way
If you lift up your voice to sing what I say
We're all travelling our way through the world
Every proud name expected to stay
forever a portrait, forever in sunset
but children take over our longest days
on a darker night when we have to leave
And you lift up your voice to sing what I say
And there's always a truth, and there's always a new way
If you lift up your voice to sing what I say
We're all travelling our way through the world
And you lift up your voice to sing what I say
And there's always a truth, and there's always a new way
If you lift up your voice to sing what I say
We're all travelling our way through the world
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