1. |
Samson/Sauna
05:31
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Swollen, beautiful sounds cut the silence
In my old, breathless mould
Am I Samson or am I a sauna?
Where the steam, crawls and teems
With the obscene
Not this broken man
Not these coarse old hands
But where is my something raw and real
Something time can heal
Fly with my horrors into the forest
And into the river, and I’m delivered
But what does that even mean?
Now beauty comes in pairs
Hideous and rare
But where is my something raw and real
Something time can heal
Now I’m taking off my shoes
And I’m hanging up my coat again
Now this feeling falls right through
Then I’ll see you on the other side
Tired lantern the fauna will mourn you
And now you’re old, and undersold
Breathing alone
Swarms of solid gold
Never felt so cold
But where is my something raw and real?
Something time can heal
Where’s my something raw and real?
Something time can heal
Something raw and real
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2. |
To Leave Her Alone
04:46
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Over the water and under again
Use me, oh use me
If I had legs I’d run forever
Ocean, oh ocean
Hide me up your sleeve
Helpless, you’re reckless
Teach me how to breathe
Overworked and underpaid
As we live out the dream
Tie your money to your shoes
and try to keep them clean
Force me to hold out my hands and believe
Fill me, oh fill me
I’ll take a drink and live forever
Ocean, oh ocean
Teach me how to swim
Helpless, you’re reckless
Fill me to the brim!
And feel the
Benefit of a warmth we shouldn't know
Of a heat there is no
Benefit of a warmth we shouldn't know
Of a heat there is no
Benefit to a warmth we shouldn't know
Of a heat we don't have under control
You never could see the damage you did to me
For me
I think I should stay a little longer
Maybe I’ll just wait
To see that everyone gets home
I think I should stay a little longer
Why are you so keen
To leave home
I think I should stay a little longer
Maybe it’s time we leave her alone
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3. |
The Nature of Us
03:35
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Kingdoms Underwater cannot last
As everyone within is fading fast
Paradise is different for everyone
Hopelessness can creep in when in it pleases
And nobody can guess when it’ll leave us alone again
I can understand if you don’t want to take part but
Paradise is different for everyone
A roll of a dice can feel like so much fun
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4. |
Buried In Snow
03:41
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Sweet, Warm, Cold
A boiling heap of creased souls
I am freezing now, now that the sun’s left town
Say it’s my world
Stooping through the blossoms
All I see is the foul and the crooked
Seasons overwhelming
Swallowed like I’m fish-knife-gutted
Say it’s my world!
So open-hearted the burning’s restarted the breeze
Now everyone’s scared and everyone’s sharpened their teeth
And then quick becomes slow
As you’re buried in snow
To your throat
Say it’s my world!
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5. |
Arran
03:15
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Are you packed for the ride?
There’s still enough time to check
Boats will leave and return
The same day you’ll deserve what you get
There’s no room for a friend
So give them an end while you can
Soon you’ll feel right at home
Where the bricks and the stones scar your hands
Please don't run he’s twice as fast
Please don't you run he could catch you if he tried
Please don’t run he’ll find you and put your face to the…
Glass eyes can only be made by the wearer of the crown
Boats are the only escape to the Isle of Arran now
I can feel the wind in my hair
If just for today
Can you feel the wind in my sails
Please set yourself free
Can you feel the wind in our sails
Please set yourself free
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