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So like your
Father in the face and blood
Terrified and cold
And whispers
The coming of a cleansing flood
For you
You hide your
Filthy hands from all of us
Still unseen and tied
What water
These killing hands could ever clean
Still you run
I want to be changed from
The shadow and the tomb
Like water rushing over us
The tide pulls from the moon
Your mother
The passing of a silver ring
Over-sized and cold
This specter
Will walk the halls of every seed
From you
I want to be changed from
The shadow and the tomb
Like water rushing over us
The tide pulls from the moon
The tide pulls from the moon
The tide pulls from the moon.
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Unfurl your gown
A distant fuller skin
I knew you once
My God the sun
The windows bear your bones
Reveal your crime
Beautiful girl
Let the sunrise come again
Beautiful girl
Your sailor eyes
The water in the well
A thirst to fill
Let down your arms
The purging of this dark
The fall to free
Beautiful girl
Let the sunrise come again
Beautiful girl
May the weight of world resign
You will get better
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Shove me out to see
The sea
The quiet of December
To the deep I turn
From the wreck I bless
This mess
From what I can remember
Your ghost I burn
Why do I always feel
Like I'm waiting to begin
Lay me down this sound
Unbound
The birds of spring returning
Your ghost I burn
Shall I sleep to keep
This peace
The winter from her leaving
To the bow I run
Why do I always feel
Like I'm waiting to begin
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I've been locked out
For twenty years or so
What is this age on me now
If memory serves
Then I should recognize
This staring glass
My legs so frail
Like I haven't stood in years
This gait so wrong
I crawl towards you
Familiar I would swear
Though name escapes me now
Fade and then return x2
Like baby's breath
I'm holding on to air
My lungs a thief
Should I know you
A stranger though you seem
You feel like home
Fade and then return x4
What covers over you
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Could you map this globe
With a torment slowly rose
To a fear resigned
Quiet room I hope I find
Cut me open please
Cut me open please
With an alter robe
I have stumbled knife to lobe
In compulsion drown
Counting every phantom found
Cut me open please
Cut me open please
With a bridge I've killed
I will serotonin fill
To a fear resigned
Quiet room I hope I find
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Be still
Bird of winter prey
Lay down
Your faster thinning frame
Be gone
The salting of the wound
Return
The harvest we once knew
We're more than just the blood of what
We've done
We're more than just the blood of what
We've done
Dry mouth
The water soon will rise
New birds
Will feather up the sky
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To cut out the figure
The grounding of this
Let melancholic drown
To greener reminders
Of better pastures
You're beautiful and found
Embattled walls that I have raised
To only bring you down
A fortune I would gladly trade
To swim within the sound
I wish you would
I wish you would
I will never (let you break)
I will never let you break
The burn of the summer
When I first saw you
Still upon my brow
The gentle refusal
The fear you flourish
Let peel away from now
The red that I have run so long
The penchant for this flight
The memory of this overcomes
Lifting now to light
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How this feels like a floating
For the physical form you crave
And the gentle reminders
Hovering still the same
For the curative portion
The dysthymic of bold and blue
You are softened and hollow
Reflecting this winter hue
Wounded head you will be fine
Your weary legs will hold you in time
So you open the window
Wipe the grey from your salted eyes
Feel the string that once broken
Mended and slowly tied
Hope for remedies comfort
For the listless and looming moon
And the ghost of your father
Follow you home no more
Let water run through
Won't you open your eyes
Let water run through
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And all of these days they pass like
water
Should I even tighten the grip of my
hand
I get the sense that we're all chasing
after
The same simple thing that I don't
understand
To carry you on
And you wear a color that I don't
remember
Your hair so much shorter than it
used to be
Years cannot change all the secrets we
gathered
Years cannot change what you still
mean to me
To carry you on
Carry you on
Carry you on
Tied to me
I'd like to linger with you till the
morning
And pretend the winter has given
to spring
Conjure up guilty reminders together
And fade into this like we both used
to be
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What hold this has on you
Heavy shoulder
Your feet tied to the floor
Your former self would
Hate these fixtures
Of metal wire and wood
As you lay down in
Stranger's linen
The bluish scars you hide
Reminisce of sweet addiction
Strings you never tied
Would you bend these bars
That hold you
Keep you from the peace
And stillness come
And lay your head
Beside a better burden
Until the heal has come
As you depart from
Short duration
And cut the bracelet off
The withered arm and
Port of entry
The living for the numb
I would bend these bars
That hold you
Keep you from the peace
And stillness come
And lay your head
Beside a better burden
Until the heal has come
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Hold up your arms
I don’t see you
Let tide return
Your tired limbs
Sea and battered
I look for you
I will pull you from water
Let your lungs return to air
Take you back unto the shore
And lead you home
This ravaged mind
A thousand voices
They call for you
Draw near my hand
The swelling water
Your rest will come
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Are you falling towards the evening
From the last light that you saw
From the corner of the curtain
Perching on the wall
And I kept the words you gave me
You're the song I try to sing
I was ruined when I saw you
To every living thing
In my blood and in my bones
In my blood and in my bones
You have burrowed to the mortar
I have nothing left to hide
You're the seed that's softly sewing
Ever to my side
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