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Standing Water
02:01
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Bealach
02:46
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If it lifts your lows, bite to the quick. The scars are trivial - too small to call your own, so gnaw away. The bark exposes us; it's marred by the years. It won't absolve itself and time won't spare a thought. Time doesn't sway, so don't delay. Gnaw away.
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Twigs and Twine
03:14
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A crisis in slow motion. I'm waiting by the twigs and twine as the wake prepares to open. Watch it unfold and fall away; those heady days are lost to time, and what awakes me now is the notion to disturb the dust - and I'm back waiting by the twigs and twine.
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A Life Foretold
03:06
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Irreverent, our calls are mute; the other lines are dead and gone. The cross we wear is the cross we bear, and the cause is lost without the care. A muzzle on the mouth that begs to speak. We wash our hands and tend their minor wounds, and so the cross we wear is the cross we bear, and the cause is lost without the care. Our words are lost, never found. The margins fill with broken hope - a manifest without the hold.
We butt our heads again on neutral ground. If the walls collapsed we'd stop to count the stones, and so the cross we wear is the cross we bear, and the cause is lost without the care. And words are lost, never found. The margins fill with broken hope - a manifest without the hold. A broken hope, a life unlived, a life foretold.
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Ox-Eye
04:43
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I'm drifting from view; batten down the hatch and hide. Is this a wayward tide or another long goodbye? What does it matter? What does it matter when you can't see sense? These rivers are winding, the light's ever fading but you can't see signs of life.
I'm clinging to boards and oars, battered by the salt and spray. Is this a sudden end or another long goodbye? What does it matter? What does it matter when you can't see sense? These rivers are winding, the light's ever fading but you can't see signs of life. What does it matter when the line's too far to grasp? The light's ever fading, grip's almost failing but you must hold on.
Reach for the rope.
What does it matter?
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Discontinuation
05:06
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Life on hold, detach from history. As light meets shade, these misty memories feel so much closer now. Sleepless songs that never fade, never fear. Reverberating, bouncing through the walls we built; I'm not afraid to be alone.
I feel so much better now.
Sleepless songs that never fade, never fear. Reverberating, bouncing through the walls we built; I'm not afraid to be alone. But there's a cold, sharp shock. I'll never be alone.
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