1. |
A Habit For Some
04:17
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Sliver of sunlight
The night overcome
I'm tossing and turning
A breeze on the run
Siren of silence
The day has begun
A break in the cycle
Is a habit for some
Breaking the cycle
Is a habit for some
Siren of silence
The day has begun
(The day has begun) for some
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2. |
In A Sense
03:44
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There was a time
There was a space
There was a thought in which I placed my faith
You could have sworn
That I was blind
That I was deaf and dumb, no touch or taste
I should have known
Right from the start
That I would find my peace in your embrace
Don't give me time
Don't give me space
I think I'd lose my mind If I couldn't see your face
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3. |
By My Side
04:36
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The sun rises and I lie next to you
The birds calling but our bodies refuse
I find peace for a minute or two
Your touch is my coffee, my front page news
A light breeze through the whispering trees
Your soft skin and the rustle of sheets
My eyes open, I try to gain focus
Don't know the time but I can hear your heart beat
I'm falling and drifting now
And the balance has shifted out
Under my feet, wake me from sleep
Turbulent dreams play on repeat
So what's fact and what's fiction now
And the balance has shifted out
From under my feet
Turbulent dreams play on repeat
Stay by my side for a while
This optimist once did forget how to smile
Held up by a cloud through a storm
Wash away footprints on a road we've well worn
Sink to the beat with arms round each other
Heat lingers from a quarrel of lovers
Not much to say and nothing to prove
Deep inside we're satisfied
No reason to move
I'm falling and drifting now
And the balance has shifted out
Under my feet, wake me from sleep
Turbulent dreams play on repeat
So what's fact and what's fiction now
And the balance has shifted out
From under my feet
Turbulent dreams play on repeat
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4. |
Simmerdown
03:56
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Tried to keep up, cause oh
It hurts when you fall
It hurts when you fault
We deafen ears
When we're this sincere
No longer my dear
No longer my dear
We're taking our time
Mumbling words
Falling behind
These humbling nerves
Catching a breath
It's a climb to the peak
I long for the view
But my stomach is weak
So help me slow down now
To take it all in
I'm racing my heart
And so it begins
Taking a chance now
So don't let me down
Singing your praises
But afraid of the sound
How could we have ever known
It would turn to grey
Smoke rings around my face
Raindrops they start to race
You're the pain inside my lungs
And I keep inhaling
These words may be your last
Cut them deep and make it fast
We're still taking our time
Mumbling words
Falling behind
These humbling nerves
Catching a breath
It's a climb to the peak
We long for the view
But my stomach's so weak
So help me slow down now
To take it all in
I'm racing my heart
And so it begins
You're taking a chance now
I won't let me down
Singing your praises
But afraid of the
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6. |
Compass
04:20
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Some pills are hard to swallow
But the medicine helps indeed
That path I thought I’d follow
Aint as clear as I believed
So take my hand and lead me
On this floor of autumn leaves
The summer’s gone but i’ll keep on
Through winter’s coldest freeze
When I reflect you know I hardly see perfection
But reflection shows me where I need to be
And then I see you through the glass
The window shatters, now it’s open
And I’m hoping you’ll see me
I didn’t know you’d be the answer to my question
A compass for direction
When I’ve got no place to be
And when I’m cold
You are the blanket to my shivers
The banks along my river
Please deliver me to sea
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7. |
Epilogue
02:55
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