1. |
Dream Sequence
02:54
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While back when I felt much younger
Found you in Cathedral Hill
Too nice to hide behind the winter
Waiting for it all to spill
You drove me home, the evening fell
Our longing cracked the gates of hell
The house was empty and you played me guitar
And I wrote that I loved you in the ice on the window of your car
Down Snelling on a Wednesday night
The snow falls under fast food lights
The white one off the main drag's yours
With drafty windows, creaking doors
We push through the whole party crowd
With rum and cokes, it's all too loud
Not sure we thought we'd go this far
And I said maybe we should talk soon
As I sat in the backseat of your car
I watched you toss and turn in bed
And felt undone and out of it
Your bedroom full of some girl's shit
She looks like me, I saw those pics
I guess I'll go and be that bitch
And steal leftovers from your fridge
And step outside, never got far
And you had written you were leaving
In the ice on the window of your car
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2. |
Warmer
03:49
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I've been thinking in incomplete sentences
Burning candles at all ends, no consequences
I'm not sure I understand regret
Without that much to lose
Tell me I'm all that you ever wanted
Light switch hit and breathing interrupted
Fraught and pointless, baby aren't you something
With nothing else to do
So call me over, I will speak in tongues
Show your face and we will become one
Temporarily forgoing love
Should be warmer in here
But you can't seem to give the ghost up
You're half hidden but I know you too well
Stay right here just to escape the windchill
Always you who ends up needing my help
What more to let it through?
What a crooked face, look away, look forward
Trying on a new dress, young, look older
Kind of sick of doing just what I'm supposed to
It's not much of anything, lips to your shoulder
I'll be seeing you on Monday morning
How dare you expect me to keep things boring
Everybody saw us like that on the sofa
You've got time so waste it
Make a move why don't you
Call me over, I will speak in tongues
Show your face and we will become one
Temporarily forgoing love
Should be warmer in here
But you can't seem to give the ghost up
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3. |
Toronto Light Festival
02:23
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And all my love
I felt it
Blistering, whispering
I didn't know that I could feel this deep
This good
The city's ours
And we could stay in bed all evening
Towering stars out the window
Swear I'm only dreaming
When I looked at you in Toronto from that king size bed
I was asleep right there
I was asleep right then
But here's what you don't understand
If I could do it all again, I would
Every minute of it
And all my love
I felt it more than anything
In retrospect
I should've told you more back then
You don't deserve me
I don't deserve you
But every answer wouldn't have saved you back then
Even if we knew
I just looked at you in Toronto from that king size bed
I was asleep right there
I was asleep right then
I looked at you by the window and you climbed back in
I was in love right then
Oh I was so in love right then
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4. |
You
03:00
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Maybe I was wrong about the girl propped in your lap
The physics were all fine but the feeling just fell flat
And no matter how rejoicing, no matter how much you laugh
You're always thinking of me and you're always thinking back
And I understand the weakness that befalls us both with time
But it would be weakness too to take you back and I must draw the line
Or should I light a candle and just tell you it's alright
Cause lord knows that we both want it, even if just one last time
Cause now I know why they say that they thought of another
Cause he felt like you but you taste like summer
Sometimes it's concession sometimes it is fun
But every time I think of you at least once
I should just settle in with my right hand and go to bed like that
Cause if it's not you, I don't want it and I'm sorry it was ever bad
And I could use a drink I think, but not alone again
Oh the one I've got's from Albany, I think of you each time I pop the can
And it feels sacrilegious to take two out and share
That means letting someone in and reminding myself you're still there
And I could lay at home tonight and cancel all my plans
Or I could just go through with it and claim it's all to understand
Cause now I know why they say that they thought of another
Cause he felt like you but you taste like summer
Sometimes it is weakness sometimes it is fun
But every time I think of you at least once
You, you, you, you
You, you, you, you
You, you, you, you
Every time I think of you at least once
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Lyndale
02:55
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Describe the town
Like it's somewhere I have never been
Show me around
Like it's not the house that I grew up in
Stealing sips of my tonic and my gin
Talk of common elsewheres
And common friends of friends
About time that I found myself in someone else's car
Driving with a stranger, staring blankly at the stars
And I can't tell if you like home best,
Or hiding on the internet
Or passing like a tourist through somebody else's heart
And there's a house along Lyndale
With a sign hung in the window
And we drive through the winter down Lyndale
Calling out to me
In scrolling LED
Said "it won't be like this forever,"
All I can do is surrender
You tell me that sounds sad
I say it's a comforting truth
That it won't be like this forever
Cause why would you really want it to?
I don't
Do you?
I didn't think so
Did you play me for a fool?
Lift me with the evening fog
you don't touch me like I'm god
And you don't touch me like I'm there to be consumed
Nothing to carry along
History's moot and future's gone
It all leaves with you when you leave the room
I think that's cool
I think it's even why I like you
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