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I'm Waiting
05:27
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I get caught up in the past
I know I shouldn’t, but I do
Nostalgia’s not something that lasts
A lifetime
When every day is the same
It’s hard to foresee
What's lying outside of the frame
At least the edges are clear
I had so many plans for today
Why didn’t it add up?
Wanted to do it my way
I guess it doesn’t matter now
And I value myself by you all
I know I shouldn’t, but I do
The world outside seems so small
Once you’re in it
Friendly souls reappear
Like a melody from long ago
If only i could still hear
How it went, again
I had so many plans for today
Why didn’t it add up?
Wanted to do it my way
It doesn’t matter now
And I think about it quite a lot
I know I shouldn’t, but I do
Just how much longer it's got
To take
Sometimes my fingers feel cold
Like they will be forever
It’s not that I’m feeling too old
I just feel old enough
I had so many plans for today
Why didn’t it add up?
Wanted to do it my way
It doesn’t matter now
So many, so many plans
Why didn’t it add up?
Wanted tomorrow to stay
Just a figment, just a theory
I’m waiting
I’m ready
I’m waiting
Where are you?
Cos I’m waiting
I’m waiting.
For another chance.
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2. |
Another World
04:38
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It’s something like the faded years
That you thought would never have an end
And it’s something like the stretch of days
Between now and the last lost thoughts from a friend
And it’s something like the hours of promise
That seemed to empty out so fast
If I catch them in a jar,
Could I even recall
Through clouded glass?
That it’s something like that.
Sometimes I think to myself:
In another world this song doesn’t exist
In another world this song doesn’t exist
And it’s something like staring at beauty
Too afraid to close your eyes
And it’s something like that rushed decision
That turned out much better than you realised
And it’s something like taking your time
When you really should have other plans
If I felt it on the wind,
Could I make it stay
Before slipping through my hands?
I guess it’s something like that.
But still I say:
In another world this song doesn’t exist
In another world this song doesn’t exist
In another world.
Oh, and my problems are too numerous to list,
And I feel the pressure of the time upon my wrist,
The weight of potential days that I may have missed,
Why do I get wrapped up in this?
Well:
In another world this song wouldn’t exist
In another world this song wouldn’t exist
In another world.
So I think it was worth it
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3. |
The Way I'll Go
03:59
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Thank you
For helping me clear my mind
Thank you
For helping me make the time for all the stupid ideas I’ve had
Giving. Give in. Forgiven.
Giving. Give in. Forgiven.
Don’t give me the other option
Don’t give me any sort of easier way out
Don’t give me the safest exit
Don’t you go giving me enough rope
Cos that’s the way I’ll go
The way I’ll go
That’s the way I’ll go
The way I’ll go
From thin air you can find the things
That you weren’t even thinking about at all
From thin air
The subtle thoughts between
Frustration clouds the pathways through the neurons in my head
Maybe
Don’t give me a new horizon
Don’t give me someone who had it just the same
Don’t give me the same excuses
Don’t you go giving me enough rope
Cos that’s the way I’ll go
The way I’ll go
That’s the way I’ll go
The way I’ll go
A dead end
A dead end
Don’t give me a dead end
Don’t give me a dead end
Cos if even half the stars align
I’m where I’m meant to be
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4. |
Little Scrap of Paper
01:31
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I wrote this down
On a little scrap of paper
Must have seemed important at the time
Now I have the words
But not the situation
At least I know the sentiment was mine
Can I trust the message I left for me?
Even if it’s empty of meaning?
I’ve no idea what the future will bring
I’ve really no idea about anything
Once I’ve used up all my words, I’ll know what’s happening.
But the only time I speak is when I sing
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Meaning Miner
03:53
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I see that
She’s afraid
She’s losing her voice
But I
Hear her loud and clear
Feelings of
Joy today
Wrapped up in silver foil
To last
Until the new year
Make a change
Of scenery
Campfires
And city lights
Now you see it
My meaning miner
Confide in me
What you’ve uncovered now
Like a meaning miner
You chip away
And you break it out
And we’ll try our best
To understand somehow
Crack open
Layers of lies
Dusty, sleepy eyes
To find veins
Of secrets
We kept them
For our own
Only really shown
In pieces
On a window
The tiny lives
Living in my gut
Are making my decisions
For me
Now I don’t want to be left behind
My meaning miner
Confide in me
What you’ve uncovered now
Like a meaning miner
You chip away
And you break it out
And we’ll try our best
To understand somehow
I wish I was
Someone like you
I wish I was
Sometimes I wish I was
Someone I knew
But not me
I wish I didn’t look
Like anything
Or like anyone at all
Some things never change
My meaning miner
I know our whispers
Are stronger than our shouts
Like a meaning miner
The subtle sounds
Of big ideas
Make me think we have it all
Figured out
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6. |
Bubblegum Beard
05:28
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They were a painting, developing over time
Every passing day, new colours would appear
And miraculously, every memory I made with them
Would turn up there on the canvas, so clear.
Look out your window, at the passing skies
Choosing perfect tracks to follow us on the train
And we love it, cos it puts real life in montage
Like the movies only enhanced by the rain
Smell the smells
See the sights
Taste the tastes
Fight the fights
Feel the feelings
Breathe the breaths
Think the thoughts
Die the deaths
Building rooms on top of each other
Scattering your bag of tiny bread crumbs
And hoping that somewhere in the process
You realise where you should have started from
Now close your eyes, and find your way back home
A familiar place from another point of view
The direction that you set your feet upon the ground
Is the difference of a lie and what’s not true
Smell the smells
See the sights
Taste the tastes
Fight the fights
Feel the feelings
Breathe the breaths
Think the thoughts
Die the deaths
They were a painting, completed years ago
Every time I look, I notice more and more
And the lessons of the life I had lived myself
Were reflected in the details that I saw
Smell the smells
See the sights
Taste the tastes
Fight the fights
Feel the feelings
Breathe the breaths
Think the thoughts
Die the deaths
And don’t understand the song while you sing it,
Don't appreciate the dream while you are in it.
You can just sit and grow your bubblegum beard,
While the world passes by
But if you make a few good friends along the way,
That’d be a good use of your time.
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