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Red
02:51
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I'm going where the sun burns
and the heat stays at command.
Come and lay by my side
come and lay right here.
To where the river burns to dust
and God is never rushed.
Come and lay by my side
come and lay right here.
Red I need you and the world.
The buzzing, the stink, and the smell
yeah it's choking me, uh huh.
Come and lay by my side
come and lay right here.
You'll be dressed in a cloud.
I'll be singing out my tune real loud.
Come and lay by my side
come and lay right here.
Red I love you and the world.
And it seemed to make sense when
Brother Santo said one more run be enough;
gonna be enough
to be enough
money for everything:
silver toed boots and gasoline.
Come and lay by my side
come and lay right here.
Red, I worry about you in the world.
When I see you behind the glass I
forget that I'm in the cage.
They took me to Sunday mass
but they never wiped away the rage.
Red I need you and the world.
Seven months and seven years to go,
Red, I can't stay no more.
Come and lay by my side
come and lay right here.
Before the fog and smoke,
where the sun don't lay my head,
come and lay by my side.
Come and lay right here.
Red I need you and the world.
Red I love you and the world.
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Shrouded Window
03:34
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Shrouded window
I hope that one day you break
and the sun will come back to my home.
But even the light
at your seams seems so empty
and not like any sunlight I have felt before.
I hope that my skin's not too used
to the dark.
I've gotten used to the dark.
The light from the TV,
shrouded window, you let
cradle me into my night.
Though the remotes just
a few feet from my hands, I can't
find a way to turn it off tonight.
I know none of this can
be sustained.
Is there another way to pass the day?
No I'm no coward and
all hands callous to hurt
have guided themselves through the pain.
But, shrouded window,
I'd hoped that you'd break without
my callous hands mangled in your frame.
I hope I just need to step outside.
God it feels so good to be outside.
With no end in sight
I should ask, shrouded window,
what is the plan if you're going to stay?
We can pretend
by the light of the TV that there's
just not enough time in the day.
That would be enough for
my concerns
and leave a little time for things to turn.
Shrouded window,
I hope that one day you break.
Though you've been so much of my life,
the comfort from keeping you 'round
is enough to prevent
any real living of my life.
So I know none of this can
be sustained.
Is there another way to numb the pain?
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Hours
lost to the morning.
Just to dream of
what distracts me
from the hours in my day.
I don't pretend to
understand it
or expect it
to go my way.
I just lay here
'til the day has passed away.
Linen
heated by my furnace there;
by the post
where you'll never
rest your head.
Could it be that
it's your ghost here
who's been warming
me instead.
Could you stay here
'til the night has passed away.
Ghost who
holds my hands at night,
I wonder
where you go
by the first light of the dawn.
I don't pretend to
need your company,
but I miss you when
you're done.
Yet you're gone still
as the morning moves along.
Yet you leave still as the morning moves along.
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4. |
Castles Made of Sand
01:58
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Castles made of sand
keep me off balance.
I find it hard to
meet the challenges
that we have at hand.
I try not to ask
where this is going.
Rare is the night where
I find the lights on
and I think you're home.
Where do the dogs lay
when you rest your head?
Up in the air or
without care
by the foot of your bed?
Between home and Ohio,
home and LA,
the fog brings echoes of
your gentle heartbeat
to ease in the day.
We build castles made of sand.
Despite the pain
of them
washing away
just to know that we can.
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