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All Your Tomorrows
05:39
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Home to me is not where I am,
but where I’ve been.
It’s where I’ve come from.
It’s how I’ve loved and how I’ve laughed;
the words I’ve said and tears I’ve wept;
the ones I’ve learned from.
And even in the darkest hour, I turn to you
to see the truth, to hear the truth—
remember.
I won’t move on. I won’t let go.
I can’t forget the ones I owe,
who made me.
All your tomorrows
won’t bring you closer
to truths you’ve always known.
When you’ve gone missing,
just look behind you
the path will lead you home.
Home to me is not where I am,
but where I’ve been and what I’ve done.
It’s where I’ve come from.
When I was small, you took me in
gave me the shade beneath your wing,
kept me from burning.
You were a martyr for my pain,
by listening, you cleared my name,
purifying.
Now matter how the shadows fall,
your wings lift me above it all.
Thank you.
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2. |
Small Miracles
03:34
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I’m here again floating
in the middle of the atmosphere.
Dizzy timing
thrown by waves of change, I’m spiraling.
I’m free-falling
over fields of opportunity.
Only I’ll know
how to land without tripping.
You can’t stop me. I’m unstoppable.
I put my faith in small miracles, not
tucked away for a rainy day,
but for every waking moment—
every chord we play.
I take a challenge like a warm first kiss—
it’s either sloppy or perfect bliss.
I stick to my guns,
ready with bullets if I need them.
I don’t need to fight;
words don’t ever mean more than life.
Take what you need.
Leave the rest for the worthy.
You can’t stop me. I’m unstoppable.
I put my faith in small miracles, not
tucked away for a rainy day,
but for every waking moment—
every chord we play.
You can’t stop me. No, you can’t stop me.
You can’t beat me or defeat me.
I free-fall with the winds of change;
turbulence never scared me away.
I’m here floating
in the middle of the atmosphere—
dizzy timing
in the middle of the atmosphere.
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3. |
Crucified
04:42
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What are you fighting, and
why am I trying? You’re
not always right; I’m
not always wrong. You
say that you love me, and
say that you want me, scream,
throwing America
to its knees. You
stab me in stages. We
burn for fortune; hang
upside-down like
angels, crucified.
Crucified.
And I can’t save us now.
I’ve given you all
this world would allow.
My pockets are empty, my
boots worn and frayed,
from collecting the debts that
you’ve never paid.
What are you fighting? What
are you denying? Your
words are familiar, yet
never the same. You’re
wrapped in your baggage,
all broken and tattered. You
say I’m not perfect;
well, neither are you. I’ll
follow my faith while
burning for fortune, hang
upside-down, an angel,
crucified.
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4. |
In Your Arms
05:11
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You’ll know the one you seek,
the one you’re waiting for,
who holds you when you’re weak
and shakes you to your core,
despite of all your differences,
you compromise the least for.
Remember what it means
to give yourself to love,
to a childhood dream
despite of all the odds,
giving in completely,
admitting your defeat.
Outside I’m strong, but inside I’m small.
Your words warm me and tear down my walls.
I learn to let go, my fears to disarm,
’cause when you hold me, I’m a child in your
arms, a child in your arms.
I’m just a child in your
arms, a child in your arms.
Oh, I’m just a child.
You’ve heard it all before.
“Don’t give yourself to love.
Don’t let your guard down, or
you’ll lose the final war.”
Forget your fears and wave
your white flag once more.
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5. |
Wine and Whiskey
04:37
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Amnesia in the morning light.
We became more than friends – once or twice.
Now you’re curled up like a child
beside me on the pillow.
Too much wine and whiskey.
When you wake, will you forget your sins;
go on pretending we never left where we began;
crawl on home to your girl—the one that calls you “lover”
and then, will I lose you again?
I don’t want to lose you again.
If I knew what was best for me, I’d have moved on a
long time ago. I’d have curled my fingers into fists and told you “No,” but I’ve
got a weak spot in my heart, and a weak spot in my belly,
’cause I’m hungry, oh so hungry for your love.
How often do you whisper to her
of your love and all that is “pure?”
When not twenty-four hours ago—you fell
into my arms with a fury. A fury!
If I knew what was best for me, I’d have moved on a
long time ago. I’d have curled my fingers into fists and told you “No,” but I’ve
got a weak spot in my heart, and a weak spot in my belly,
’cause I’m hungry, oh so hungry for your love.
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I’ve got a bridge to burn.
I’ve got an itch to scratch,
don’t wanna
bear the weight of your punishment,
but you’ve been spreading lies
as if you knew me well.
If you keep this up,
you’ll have no tale to tell.
Seems you don’t
understand the kind of
life I lead…. It ain’t that I’m easy, just
hard to please!
No I
don’t wanna
sleep alone
tonite.
No I
don’t wanna
sleep alone
tonite.
No I
don’t wanna
sleep alone
tonite,
’cause I
can’t stand the
emptiness
inside.
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7. |
Good Medicine
04:30
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What does it mean
when I see a lone coyote
in the middle of the highway?
Are you just another trickster, another trickster?
What does it mean
when a raven falls before me,
descending like angels falling
overhead, overhead?
Are you a good omen?
Are you in my dreams?
Am I more lucid there
than I am here?
Are you here to take me
back to where I’m from?
Are you my good,
my good medicine?
What does it mean
when I drive by a marquee
on a chapel door that tells me:
“This is it. This is it?”
What does it mean
when you complete every sentence,
are you in my head again,
speaking out from within?
Are you a good omen?
Are you in my dreams?
Am I more lucid there
than I am here?
Are you here to take me
back to where I’m from?
Are you my good,
my good medicine?
Good medicine.
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8. |
Lose Myself
03:38
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People always say
they don’t know what they want,
but I beg to differ, baby,
I think they know what they don’t.
I’ve been all alone,
but that don’t worry me.
I’m not looking for some stranger
to come and rescue me.
But I’m not afraid,
’cause it’s your love, baby,
I tried to take.
And I won’t be saved.
I want to lose myself
in your easy ways.
I know that in time
my memories will fade,
but I’m living them now
trying to ease the pain.
There are people in this
world you’ll know.
If you love them,
don’t be afraid to
tell them so.
I’m not afraid,
’cause it’s your love, baby,
I tried to take.
And I won’t be saved.
I want to lose myself
in your easy ways.
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9. |
Someday
04:21
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No use in counting four-leaf
clovers. The leaves are torn; I’ve
saved a few. The rest is up
to me and you.
I’ve opened all the fortune cookies.
Their words are kind; I’ve read
a few, but I’ll write my own,
just like you do.
Someday, I’m going to pave my
own way, not going to follow
anyone who doesn’t
appreciate me.
You’d say, look how I’ve grown and
changed into who I
am today, and
you’d be so proud of me.
This story’s only just beginning,
affirming time spent waiting.
When I was younger,
time spent friendly and endless; it’s
catching up, but I’ll out-run it.
This dream
is more than reality,
as soon as I believe;
it’s not as hard as it seems.
Someday, I’m going to pave my
own way, not going to follow
anyone who doesn’t
appreciate me.
You’d say, look how I’ve grown and
changed into who I
am today, and
you’d be so proud of me.
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10. |
Melt Me
05:21
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There’s something in
you, I haven’t
seen in
so long, so long.
It’s your
eyes; it’s your
smile and your
playful ways;
the way you
make me melt and not
want to leave.
I want to know you
feel you, breathe you, entice you,
embrace you
comfort, inspire and
invite you.
Melt me.
Melt me.
Halo around
your head, I
saw you for the
first time.
Intrigued,
I couldn’t help but
stare.
The tingle
in my chest;
the shortness of my
breath;
well, you put
them there.
I want to know you
feel you, breathe you, entice you,
embrace you
comfort, inspire and
invite you.
Melt me.
Melt me.
I owe you this
grin, this
moment that we’re in;
the longing, the
wonder, this
feeling that I’m
under. So
thank you.
Thank you….
I can’t resist.
Now that you’re here,
may I have one more kiss?
I want to know you
feel you, breathe you, entice you,
embrace you
comfort, inspire and
invite you.
Melt me.
Melt me.
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11. |
Fragile
04:56
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Somehow among every trouble
in this world our worries seem
so small.
In the context of something greater that
surrounds us, confounds us, and
consumes us all.
We fight hard for such small battles
though one strong wind will make
our tower fall.
Look how fragile we are,
how fragile we really are.
We’re only ever two steps away from the space
connecting all of us and
the next world.
Take a deep enough breath and you’ll hear the
fluttering of wings and
our beating hearts.
So hold tight to those you love no matter how
hard they try to fight and
trouble you.
Look how fragile we are,
how fragile we really are.
Our birth is like a long blue-veined sleep
and a forgetting.
We shed our shells into fragile bodies right from
the beginning.
So wide-eyed and unsure of the mysteries ahead,
hesitating.
Asleep to the golden gates, among friends,
timeless and waiting.
Look how fragile we are,
how fragile we really are.
Look how fragile we are,
how fragile we really are.
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12. |
Even with Closed Eyes
04:37
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Brush the dust from out of my eyes;
they’ve seen much from traveling wide.
Come so far to meet you here,
and though I’m weary, I want to see you clearly.
I lift the veil from my eyes,
though I’m bleeding from the inside.
Your sins don’t make you a man.
Your head’s guiding what your heart’s denying.
You’re within my reach, but unreachable;
within my grasp, but ungraspable. I want
to understand you,
but I don’t even know you.
So I trace the lines of your face;
each contour has its place—
bone, jaw, skin and lips,
each one with my fingertips.
Forget the world that you know;
stop holding on. Let go.
You’re no different than me, ’cause
even with closed eyes, I see.
Even with closed eyes, I see you.
Even with closed eyes, I see you.
Even with closed eyes, I see you.
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