1. |
Phantom Spaceman
03:58
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I know she’s behind those doors
I've traveled the blackness to be here
You can’t keep her from me
Phantom spaceman tries to prevail when
Circus sight line
Your eyes fail again
I know she's behind those doors
I'll start by ripping up the floors
Blue glowing fire brands and scores
Phantom spaceman tries to prevail when
Circus sight line
Your eyes fail again
Fan cooled spaceman tries to assail them
Ex-face tie-line
Falls by my men
Sweet words that you speak
To throw me off the trail
Showing me a shriveled shell
Loveless, eyeless, and frail
Give me an answer
Give me an answer
Give me a reason to believe she's not here
Give me an answer
Give me an answer
Give me a reason to believe
Give me a reason to believe she's not here
Phantom spaceman tries to prevail when
Circus sight line
Your eyes fail again
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2. |
The Truth
02:56
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I'm scared of you, scared of you
Your eyes are blazing blue
You make me tell the truth
A royal feel to your posture
Sitting on your throne
Always kind to your subjects
An always royal tone
I'm scared of you, scared of you
Your eyes are blazing blue
You make me tell the truth
Facing constant eye contact
I try to guard my thoughts
Your eyes ask silent questions
I stumble without pause
I'm scared of you, scared of you
Your eyes are blazing blue
You make me tell the truth
A level of comfort
That I thought I careful contained
No reason to over-think this
No sign of pain
A friendly fire interrogation
Leaves me grinning and weak
Interlocked on our sides
Unprovoked I speak
I'm scared of you, scared of you
Your eyes are blazing blue
You make me tell the truth
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3. |
City
03:44
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Why is this city here?
Why is this city here?
There’s no river that flows through
Why is this city here?
There’s no port bringing spices from the Far East
Why is this city here?
There’s no nexus of railroad tracks
Why is this city here?
There’s no mine hiding gold and medicine
Why is this city here?
There’s no seat of worship adorned in deities
Why is this city here?
There was no battle to settle the war
Why is this city here?
There’s no oasis from oppressive flatlands
Why is this city here?
There’s no gateway to the New World
Why is this city here?
There’s no indigenous people offering fortunes for a price
Why is this city here?
There’s no old world money laundered in neon lights
Why is this city here?
There’s no ancient wonder built by faceless many
There was a queen
There was a queen
There was a queen
She was my queen
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4. |
Trouble
03:46
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Trouble
I held your hand
Like a suitcase with the codes to the bomb
Handcuffed
Struggle
They blindsided me
With a light so bright
It was not of this world
Solar
Take me
Take me
Don't take her
Trouble
My fist slices through air
She's gone
They're gone
The Don pays his respects
Pays his respects
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5. |
Chime
04:33
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6. |
Saturday
05:35
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Saturday is the morning of the rising sun
The Eastern sun, the one that wakes me from my doubts
Of talking behind backs and going on the attack
And looking down my nose on someone who lacks
But it’s been such a strange change of gears
I’ve been trained for so many years
This Saturday, I find myself still awake
Closing each window, found the last room of shade
But I put myself here, there’s no one else to blame
It’s been such a strange change of gears
I’ve been trained for so many years
And I don’t know if I can follow you
Each ray extends from the center touching everyone near
I wanna be a rising sun, help to dry a stranger’s tears
Realizing my love of toil is a masquerade of hidden greed
Giving away my time, my touch, my voice, my deed
I don’t know if I can follow you
I’d be better off watching what I say or do
It’s been such a strange change of gears
And I hope that I can follow you
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7. |
Seasons
01:33
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8. |
5 O'clock
05:21
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It's getting brighter at 5 o'clock
I can't believe I had those thoughts
At the far end, behind the trees,
It spills and brightens with positivity
Owning, growing, no more paranoid morning
It's getting brighter at 5 o'clock
I can't believe the way I fought
At the far end, behind the trees,
It spills and brightens with positivity
Owning, growing, no more paranoid morning
Owning (keep it close), growing, I think I’m opening again
It's getting brighter at 5 O'clock
It scares and frightens me
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9. |
Superstitious Wish
04:07
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Blasting through it
Forcing through it
Layers of atmosphere between us
Burning fire
Pushing higher
Hoping to break the black vacuum of space
They've taken my love to an unreachable place
Shackled and gagged and a black hooded face
All around me say to let go, say to forget, say to let go
As far as I can go
Superstitious wish on a black hole
Try to ignore it
Try to forget it
The dark ones of the red have control
My attachment is gone
Everything is wrong
I am far beyond console
Eating my thoughts
Burning my eyes
Pounding my chest when fully at rest
All I can think that I have to have, whatever it takes, I have to go
As far as I can go
Superstitious wish on a black hole
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10. |
The Greatest Man
07:47
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She had a hard winter
The second time she faced the monster
So devious and invisible
A devilish cellular imposter
A familiar white coated man
Would begin his speech for the two of them
But the king was the note collector
Every last detail was verbatim
He loves her
Adores her
Wishes he could deliver her
From this pain
She lost her mind for these days
"A bear", she said to be around
I came down and we cracked a shell
A blank shock stare, eyes to the ground
He loves her
Adores her
Wishes he could deliver her
From this pain
On her feet and hands
Holding them he's the greatest man
For her pain
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