1. |
five years
03:33
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rising thermals
a boil of terns
searching for a new way
but i can't see straight
it's coming near me
it's already too late
all the plans in mind have built
quite rational delusions
that all essential pieces stay the same
but by the time we're back
at the beginning of the turning
every face has become strange
downward spirals
time in circles
we will find returning
and again
the sequence of our days
the science of our fate
well beyond discerning
but old signs bubble up
into your visions of the future
where you could never see a thing anyway
so never mind the seeming need
for well-explained conclusions
when you find yourself in the same place again
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2. |
by the windows
02:58
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out late walking
by the windows
homes and people
roses and nettles
like salt on highways
and fog on calm lakes
it's ever-changing but
same as always
people resting and
people talking and
empty rooms with
fires smoldering
all around the heat
of a thousand stories
coming up close
now you tell me
one with meaning
i'll be listening
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3. |
opened up
03:18
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caught upon a
nail and fallen, oh,
wide opened up
and on the flows
that trail the sun
side better where
some failed measure goes
closely followed
surrounded with understanding
but sad on my own
though they seem so symbolic, no
they're just common doves
no way around it
sigh and let it all in
it may seem deafening
trust it's slowly quieting
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4. |
each new beginning
03:53
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i don't walk the same
i don't know how to relate
but i can sing without shame
i never agreed to this game
and i don't know how to play
what are we trying to make
and like all natural things
keep lifting up each new beginning
no need to tell them how to grow
they just know
i don't repeat the phrase
i wouldn't want to be fake
so i don't even say anything
but i still know what you mean
i see it well in your face
and in your other peculiar ways
and like all natural things
keep lifting up each new beginning
no need to tell them how to grow
they just know
be like the flocks each season
gathering strength to journey home
no need to tell them where to go
they just know
be like the rushing rivers
waiting to join the greater flow
no need to tell them where to go
they just know
be like the rising treetops
searching for sun to feel its glow
no need to tell them where to go
they just know
be like the roots' long fingers
feeling the earth to learn to grow
no need to tell them where to go
they just know
i'll strive
to be close
and to hold you
tight enough
that the first
thing you know
is how well
you are loved
oh the dream
of the places
i'll go
with you someday
whether i
must leave or stay
know i'll
be with you always
yes i'll try
to be near
and to hold you
tight enough
so the first thing
you know my dear
is how well
you are loved
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5. |
by the windows (reprise)
03:48
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stargazing
all day long
new visions
coming in strong
all filled with
images
from distant
unnamed planets
and even though
we're always late
and even though
we've made mistakes
no matter how
we formulate
it's good enough
what we've become
out late walking
by the windows
homes and people
roses and nettles
salt on highways
and fog on calm lakes
it's ever-changing but
same as always
and even though
we're always late
and even though
we've made mistakes
it hasn't gone
entirely
it's still enough
what we have made
only one chance
with each moment
don't play dumb
holding on to what once
wasn't this what
we agreed to
always know
these arms hope to reach you
find a target
keep eyes on it
blur along
the lines of what will come
is this fit to
take us home
well no it's just
what i'd been thinking of
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