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Holiday
03:27
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I'm tearing pictures off the wall
Pulling my head out of the clouds
And if you meet me on holiday, I'll take you away
I'm teaching angels how to dance
I'm showing my demons a little romance
And if you read the signs, we'll run away
We woke up older than I thought we'd be
The moon can wait if you have to leave
I'm playing slow ‘cause I like the sound of it
We're buried treasure on the ocean floor
The tides will change when you need the shore
I'm dreaming loud ‘cause I like the sound of it
Could you come back home?
I've been in repair since the summer months
I'd destroy the coast just to see you once
And if you want me gone, I'll run away
I'm teaching this orchestra how to stand
I'm showing my piano, we can sing with one hand
And if this all seems wrong, I'll drift away
Well I thought I'd find the answers deep in my bones
And I thought I'd find some shelter if I built my own home
I thought we'd find the sun if I followed the lights
I thought I could keep you to myself all night
I'm not where I belong but I've loved it here
I spent a year almost giving up
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2. |
Cuernavaca
03:53
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She slipped through my fingers
With the sway of a tango dancer,
Under the brilliant lights of the bay
And it left me in such a state
To watch all those ships depart,
While we both put our swords away
I lowered this city to its grave,
So that heaven could see me now
I kicked my legs, just off the docks,
Whistling through the fuzzy haze
On that blackened Chicago day
With my lungs long past spent,
I'd challenge even the fiercest wind,
Like a thief on his knees, praying for a getaway
And everybody knows
That I've been growing old
Say “bon voyage” with a wave
And everybody knows,
That I've been growing old
I lowered this city to its grave
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Washington Square
04:13
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You stood, one thing fragile among city streets
You were blood pumping through the cold concrete
You were vintage clothes and simple prose, the eighth wonder of the world
And I forgot all my advice about young girls
Maybe I love you, but I’m not sure where the line is drawn
Maybe I want you, but the time and the place and the parts are wrong
I can hold you up, but this isn’t where our hearts belong
I can carry you, but I have to carry on
And gilt by the light of the warm summer sun,
I felt I might never meet anyone,
So logical, yet beautiful. And then you took off your shoes,
And you pulled me into the water after you
I shout it to the rafters in the concert halls
You whisper in hushed bedrooms, heard only by four walls
You might not think that they sound very similar at all
But it’s the same song
We both sing along
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4. |
More Than Gold
03:40
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I'll meet you at that old tower in France,
And all at once we could disappear
I'll hold your hand through the heavy storms,
And kiss away your deepest fears
I'll be more than this natural disaster,
And we’ll live like there are no more days
I'll be more than this fleeting moment,
And I’ll love you until my heart aches
I'll meet you at that old statue in Rome,
And all at once we could reappear
I'll hold your hand until the winds are calm,
And fight away all your deepest fears
I'll be more than silver
I’ll be more than gold
And I’ll live like my heart never did me wrong
I'll be more than this fading memory,
And love you 'til my body's gone
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5. |
52nd Street Surrender
04:05
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I pull up to your house, the same time, the same place
And I see a hint of that old smile come dancing ‘cross your face,
That says you’re looking to start a fire,
To walk on a wire
There’s nothing standing in our way; no, the highway is clear,
And I steal a glance over at you in my rearview mirror
I feel alive when you sit so close to me
We’ll put the pedal on the floor until we hit the coast,
And stash our inhibition in the trunk with the ghosts
Of those “promising kids” we used to be,
Like that meant anything
So we’ll drive away, toward the lights of the city
We’ll drive away, break a hundred and fifty
They say every road ends in just another little town,
And every high finds its way to an equal comedown,
But we won’t believe them
We can’t feel our wheels touch the ground
So you made yourself pretty. You put your high heels on tonight
And the way that you toss back your hair, baby, you look alright
“It’s all disguise and misdirection,” you fessed up
You say “I won’t go to work tomorrow, I won’t even call in
And what my mama doesn’t know, it doesn’t count as a sin.”
So let’s get messed up. You look so nice all dressed up
So we’ll drive away, toward the lights of the city
We’ll drive away, break a hundred and fifty
They say every road ends in just another little town,
And every high finds its way to an equal comedown,
But we won’t believe them
We can’t feel our wheels touch the ground
We’re animalistic. We howl into the night
We close our eyes and we feel like we’re in flight
We feel sleep calling but we give a battle cry and we fight on and on and on and on…
We throw our hands in the air,
But it feels less like a celebration
Than an exhausted form of capitulation
“Freedom” you scream, as we cross the county line
Then you open your eyes
Escape has always been a dream
It’s just a lie
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6. |
Emerald
04:58
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And I still hold on to those days in the sun
And I remember the moment that it turned to love
There was a secret in your smile that you didn’t tell to anyone
And when you were falling down, you always let me hold you up
This is your last song,
Then I swear that I’m done
I’m selling back these memories,
Broken, second-hand dreams
You can have everyone
And I still hold on to you in my arms
And I remember the emerald beating of our heart
With your lips pressed on mine, all your weaponry disarmed,
In that last perfect moment, before it came apart
But then everything broke with that freeze
I retreated, carefully licked my wounds
And I found solace sifting through debris,
But there were moments, singing along with the moon
And I still hold on to you on your porch that night
And I remember you collapsed on the floor
You told me the story of your father and the flickering light,
And I saw the scars from when you just couldn’t hurt anymore
I don’t want to hurt anymore
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