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Belly of a Wolf
04:05
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i have found myself in the belly of a wolf
when did the jaws clench?
i have found myself in the belly of a wolf
when did the jaws clench?
your breath, it hums against my collarbone;
this in itself is too much for me to hold
because I’m too affected by the way she talks of hearts,
like yours is so wild howling in the dark
i have found myself in the belly of a wolf
when did the jaws clench?
i have found myself in the belly of a wolf
when did the jaws clench?
your breath, it hums against my collarbone,
this in itself is too much for me to hold
‘cause I’m too affected by the way she talks of hearts,
like yours is so wild howling in the dark
underneath that old naked sky,
floating on our backs in the pale moonlight
i have found myself in the belly of a wolf
when did the jaws clench?
i have found myself in the belly of a wolf
when did the jaws clench?
awoo!
awoo!
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2. |
Hunter
02:39
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what if the hunter was in our house?
when the wind is howling
through the cracks in your door
then there’s no sense in running
because someone’s seen your score
what if the hunter was in our house?
when the shadows are creeping
and the dusts have been stirred
then there’s no sense in hiding
‘cause the hunter has been here
what if the hunter was in our house?
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3. |
Old Hill
04:07
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we turned our backs to the road ahead
sat on spinning wheels and waited, waited
did you take my hand or did I imagine that?
did you take my hand or did I imagine it?
the cold of the old hill
and the breath that blew on our heels
i was waiting for something to come
you were waiting for me to be gone
one more night was all that we had
but the trees were waving their bony hands
well I tried, I tried to lead you
but it was too dark for your eyes
the cold of the old hill
and the breath that blew on our heels
i was waiting for something to come
you were waiting for me to be gone
the way that the sky looked (I was holding my breath!)
the cold of the old hill (and the cold of the night!)
the way that the sky looked from the frozen hard ground,
we built it all up and then we tore it all down
ran like the children that came from the clouds
ran like the ones who would never be found
the cold of the old hill and the cold of the night
the cold of the old hill and the breath on our heels
the way that the sky looked from the frozen hard ground
just the way that the sky looked from frozen hard ground
we turned out backs to the road ahead
sat on spinning wheels and waited, waited
did you take my hand or did I imagine that?
did you say my name or did I imagine it?
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4. |
To the Trees
04:32
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when we first met, there were time when I would find the truth
lost in you, lost in you
and I cannot explain the strange geometery that led us here
with lines that weave to and from
take me to the forest
take me to the trees
take me where the silence
will bring me to my knees
i have taken this night, and so I forsake the morning
i’ve taken flight, taken flight
take me to the forest
take me to the trees
take me where the silence
will bring me to my knees
take me to the forest
take me to the trees
take me where the silence
brings me to my knees
brings me to my
brings me to
brings me to my knees
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5. |
Mirrors
04:36
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they came from the river
couldn’t hear nor see
came in with their hidden flags
like all good enemies
and when the lanterns lost their glow
i could never see you that low
‘cause I’m too affected by the wooden frame of a mirror’s edge
too affected by the part of the picture that I miss
too affected by the wooden frame of a mirror’s edge
too affected by the part of the picture that I miss
language is a mist
your face damp with it
the weight of existence hangs
in a bead on your upper lip
and when the lanterns lost their glow
i still couldn’t see you that low
‘cause I’m too affected by the wooden frame of a mirror’s edge
too affected by the part of the picture that I miss
too affected by the wooden frame of a mirror’s edge
too affected by the part of the picture that I miss
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6. |
Killing Time
02:51
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i used to be a part of the night
in the pulse of the city’s streets
used to walk to the rhythm
of this old town’s heartbeat
but are the stakes too high
when its your own dream on the line?
are the stakes too high
when its your own dream on the line?
now I lie awake
watching the shadows on the wall
haunted by the memory
of a time I felt at all
but are the stakes too high
when its your own dream on the line?
are the stakes too high
when its your own dream on the line
you’ve got gunmen for hire
but they’re just killing time
will you start to really live
or will you start to really die?
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7. |
Monet Love Story
04:48
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on the steps beneath the dripping eaves
while the rain fell on the square
umbrellas opening like patterned faces
pointing for the sky, for the sky
but I couldn’t see you there
my nordic skin, it just can’t take this heat
now I’m dreaming of a lonesome winter scene
cities show their monuments
like people show their scars
cavaliers carved in stone
pointing for the sky, for the sky
but I couldn’t see you there
my Nordic skin, it just can’t take this heat
now I’m dreaming of a lonesome winter scene
a winter scene, a winter scene
the storm had finally broken,
but I couldn’t feel the rain.
my skin began to separate
and drip from my bones like paint
but I couldn’t see you there
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8. |
Animals
03:27
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there is a place we hide, in the night time
a language of eyes
you hang your mask by the door and
it casts a shadow across the floor
saw the words on your tongue,
this is why I – I had to run
i have no more to give you
than something sharp and fleeting now
there is an animal in your eyes dear
there is an animal inside
there is an animal, it’s in the way that you –
there is an animal hiding in your smile
you always had to know who was holding –
holding the gun
look down the barrel and I’ll
show you how to be incomplete
there is an animal in your eyes dear
there is an animal inside
there is an animal, it’s in the way that you –
there is an animal hiding in… your…
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9. |
The Reckoning
04:01
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quietly reveling the beauty of a new height from which to fall
he strips me of my skin, exposing fear and fortune
is it a tide the way I pull you back to me?
is it a tide the way that you’re wavering?
i feel you in my knees, a nervous wind, a reckoning
is it a tide the way I pull you back to me?
is it a tide the way that you’re wavering?
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10. |
Brad's Waltz
04:45
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there are no stars, but the thick quilted atmosphere above shines orange
with the lights of the city
the wind on your face is like rippling silk
a man in a tattered uniform is asking how you’ve been
a minor chord shatters the window and the glass and rain they tear at my skin
they tear at my skin
the wind on your face is like rippling silk
a man in a tattered uniform is asking how you’ve been
how – how have you been,
your fatal flaw still
how – howling in the wind
still howling in –
the wind on your face is like rippling silk
a man in a tattered uniform is asking how you’ve been
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Lady Brett Ashley St. John'S, Newfoundland and Labrador
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