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so this is the new year.
and I don't feel any different.
the clanking of crystal
explosions off in the distance (in the distance).
so this is the new year
and I have no resolutions
for self-assigned penance
for problems with easy solutions
so everybody put your best suit or dress on
let's make believe that we are wealthy for just this once
lighting firecrackers off on the front lawn
as thirty dialogues bleed into one
I wish the world was flat like the old days
then I could travel just by folding a map
no more airplanes, or speedtrains, or freeways
there'd be no distance that can hold us back.
there'd be no distance that could hold us back (x2)
so this is the new year (x4)
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there's a tear in the fabric of your favorite dress
and I'm sneaking glances.
looking for the patterns in static
they start to make sense the longer I'm at it.
ivory lines lead
oo wha-ho, oo wha-ho
your heart is a river that flows from your chest
through every organ
your brain is the dam
and I am the fish who can't reach the cord.
ivory lines lead
oo wha-ho, oo wha-ho
oh, instincts are misleading
you shouldn't think what you're feeling
they don't tell you what you know you should want.
ivory lines lead
oo wha-ho, oo wha-ho
(x2)
oh, instincts are misleading
you shouldn't think what you're feeling
they don't tell you want you know you should want.
ivory lines lead
oo wha-ho.
(x2)
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the glove compartment isn't accurately named
and everybody knows it.
so I'm proposing a swift orderly change.
cause behind its door there's nothing to keep my fingers warm
and all I find are souvenirs from better times
before the gleam of your taillights fading east
to find yourself a better life.
I was searching for some legal document
as the rain beat down on the hood
when I stumbled upon pictures I tried to forget
and that's how this idea was drilled into my head
cause it's too important
to stay the way it's been
there's no blame for how our love did slowly fade
and now that it's gone it's like it wasn't there at all
and here I rest where disappointment and regret collide
lying awake at night
there's no blame for how our love did slowly fade
and now that it's gone it's like it wasn't there at all
and here I rest where disappointment and regret collide
lying awake at night (up all night)
when i'm lying awake at night.
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sometimes I think this cycle never ends
we slide from top to bottom and we turn and climb again
and it seems by the time that I have figured what it's worth
the squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse.
but if I move my place in line i'll lose.
and I have waited, the anticipation's got me glued.
I am waiting for something to go wrong.
I am waiting for familiar resolve.
sometimes it seems that I don't have the skills to recollect
the twists and turns of plots that took us from lovers to friends
i'm thinking I should take that volume back up off the shelf
and crack it's weary spine and read to help remind myself
but if I move my place in line i'll lose.
and I have waited, the anticipation's got me glued.
I am waiting for something to wrong
I am waiting for familiar resolve
I am waiting for another repeat
another diet fed by crippling defeat
and I am waiting for that sense of relief
I am waiting for you to flee the scene
as if you held in your hand the smoking gun
and on the floor lay the one you said you loved.
and it's strange
they are basically the same
so I don't ask names anymore.
sometimes I think this cycle never ends
we slide from top to bottom and we turn and climb again
and it seems by the time that I have figured what it's worth
the squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse.
the squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse (x2)
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I've got a hunger
twisting my stomach into knots
that my tongue was tied off
my brain's repeating
"if you've got an impulse let it out"
but they never make it past my mouth.
baa bah, this is the sound of settling
baa bah, baa bah
(x2)
our youth is fleeting
old age is just around the bend
and I can't wait to go grey
and I'll sit and wonder
of every love that could've been
if I'd only thought of something charming to say.
baa bah, this is the sound of settling
baa bah, baa bah
(x4)
I've got a hunger twisting my stomach into knots.
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this is the moment that you know
that you told you loved her but you don't.
you touch her skin and then you think
that she is beautiful but she don't mean a thing to me.
yeah, she is beautiful but she don't mean a thing to me.
I spent two weeks in Silverlake
the California sun cascading down my face
there was a girl with light brown streaks
and she was beautiful but she didn't mean a thing to me.
yeah she was beautiful but she didn't mean a thing to me.
wanted to believe in all the words that I was speaking
as we moved together in the dark
and all the friends that I was telling
and all the playful misspellings
and every bite I gave you left a mark
tiny vessels oozed into your neck
and formed the bruises
that you said you didn't want to fade
but they did and so did I that day
all I see are dark grey clouds
in the distance moving closer with every hour
so when you ask "was something wrong?"
that I think "you're damn right there is but we can't talk about it now.
no, we can't talk about it now."
so one last touch and then you'll go
and we'll pretend that it meant something so much more
but it was vile, and it was cheap
and you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me
yeah you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me (x2)
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the atlantic was born today and i'll tell you how:
the clouds above opened up and let it out.
I was standing on the surface of a perforated sphere
when the water filled every hole.
and thousands upon thousands made an ocean,
making islands where no island should go.
oh no.
those people were overjoyed; they took to their boats.
I thought it less like a lake and more like a moat.
the rhythm of my footsteps crossing flood lands to your door have been silenced
forever more.
the distance is quite simply much too far for me to row
it seems farther than ever before
oh no.
I need you so much closer (x8)
-instrumental break -
I need you so much closer (x4)
so come on, come on (x4)
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I roll the window down
and then begin to breathe in
the darkest country road
and the strong scent of evergreen
from the passenger seat as you are driving me home.
then looking upwards
I strain my eyes and try
to tell the difference between shooting stars and satellites
from the passenger seat as you are driving me home.
"do they collide?"
I ask and you smile.
with my feet on the dash
the world doesn't matter.
when you feel embarrassed then I'll be your pride
when you need directions then I'll be the guide
for all time.
for all time.
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you were the mother of three girls so sweet
who stormed through your turnstile
and climbed to the street
but after conception your body lay cold
and withered through autumn and you found yourself old
can you tell me why you have been so sad?
he took a lover on a faraway beach
while you arrange flowers and chose color schemes
can you tell me why you have been so sad?
can you tell me why you have been so sad?
the girls were all there
they traded their vows
the youngest one glared with furrowed brows
they tenderly kissed then cut the cake
the bride then tripped and broke the vase
the one you thought would spend the years
so perfectly paced below the mirror
arriving late, you clean the debris
and walked into the angry scene
it felt just like falling in love again (x2)
can you tell me why you have been so sad?
can you tell me why you have been so…
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god bless the daylight, the sugary smell of springtime
remembering when you were mine
in a still suburban town
when every thursday i'd break those mountain passes
and you'd skip your early classes
and we'd learn how our bodies worked.
god damn the black night with all it's foul temptation
I become what I always hated
when I was with you then
we looked like giants in the back of my grey subcompact
fumbling to make contact
as the others slept inside
and together there
in a shroud of frost, the mountain air
began to pass from every pane of weathered glass
and I held you closer than anyone would ever get
do you remember the JAMC?
and reading aloud from magazines
I don't know about you but I swear on my name they could smell it on me
i've never been too good with secrets.
no…
and together there
in a shroud of frost and mountain air
began to pass through every pane of weathered glass
and I held you closer…
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and when I see you
I really see you upside down
but my brain knows better
it picks you up and turns you around
turns you around, turns you around
if you feel discouraged
that there's a lack of color here
please don't worry lover
it's really bursting at the seems
absorbing everything
the spectrum's a to z
this fact not fiction
for the first time in years
and the girls in every girlie magazine
can't make me feel any less alone
i'm reaching for the phone
to call at 7:03 and on your machine a slur a plea for you to come home
but I know it's too late
I should have given you a reason to stay
given you a reason to stay (x3)
this is fact not fiction
for the first time in years
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