1. |
Practice & Experience
04:03
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We learn to let go again,
in silence and tears we leave tonight.
When paying for all our sins
will we pass over the lies?
I stand right here in this bedroom
waiting for longer nights,
one more way inside.
And after the business has all been done
will practice and experience help us forget?
We’re looking to shed our skin,
embracing the flames of these desires.
When everything has been burnt
will we resurge from the ash?
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2. |
Hanged Man's Lullaby
04:14
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The road has been left behind,
the skies lie in darkness.
There is no-one.
My shadow sways on the ground.
I’m reaching for one last breath.
I know it won’t matter.
Still I pull down.
This pain comes from my own hand.
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3. |
Caffeine Body
04:16
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Heart begins racing,
I’m sweating, I’m trembling, I’m falling.
It’s been a few days since I’ve tasted your bittersweet lips.
And now I can’t keep control,
I can’t… I can’t keep myself calm.
I want to pretend it’s fine but my hands keep saying “no”.
So I’m trying, I’m trying not to spiral down.
But everything I do reminds me of your scent.
Dark as midnight on a moonless night,
there doesn’t seem to be an end for this tearing ache of mine.
I just want to drink from the fountain of your skin.
Cause’ I won’t start my day without a morning brew, girl.
Kill me!
Fast!
Now I’m getting headaches,
can’t sleep, can’t eat, can’t think.
Other bodies won’t fuel me,
they’re just not as warm as yours.
And when I breathe, inside my chest
I can feel the ghosts of a thousand nights we stayed awake.
And this life is stained, and the sheets are ruined.
Everything we’ve done is imprinted in the room.
My throat is sore and my eyes turn red.
Oh I wish I could dream again
to die in your beautiful embrace.
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4. |
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I could be another man.
This could be a different time.
The sea does not exist.
So let’s drown and start again.
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5. |
Scarlette Fever
03:10
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I just want to cure my sickness,
stop the bleeding and take no more of these goddamned pills.
But she’s coming now to see me.
I can’t tell her that she’s nothing else but my disease.
In these fevered dreams
all I can see
are the days in which I fade and I can’t find you.
Guessing from my skin
covered in red,
I can say that I won’t last to find the courage.
Cure my sickness, cure my sickness…
In my bed I spend my last days.
I would rather die than someone takes you from my side.
Now I start to lose my language.
All my words are stuck in my throat. Help me cut them out.
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6. |
Hoy por siempre
03:26
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Today forever,
said my love.
Always together.
So I know.
People around us,
they are gone.
Follow the moonlight.
There’s no sun.
Every night I wonder
if we could stay eternal.
I have no plans of letting go.
The time we share consumes me.
The world we have created
is nothing but a lucid dream.
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7. |
Kiss Scar Tissue
05:14
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I’ve seen all of your scars
when you take of your dress.
I’ve learnt to live with them.
Some of mine are worse, they can’t be undone.
We lie with someone else,
heal the wounds with heat from broken hearts.
Our skin is marked by phantoms of the past.
We won’t forgive the things we can’t do right.
When thinking of our lives,
there are faces that we’ve met.
Their kisses we have born,
nothing seems to match the lines they’ve drawn.
We hide them from our sight,
but we can feel them pulsing from inside.
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8. |
Hunger
04:38
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Can’t end your hunger,
and I gave you my skin and my flesh and my bones.
Now there is nothing,
yet I feel that I owe you more.
I’m sick and tired.
My life will never be enough
to find the pieces
that you devour to make you whole.
I’ve tried to stop it,
the growing urge that kills us both.
Perhaps other people
will satisfy your lust for blood.
Tomorrow’s waiting,
your hunger will forever be.
And here I am, dying.
Soon I expect to disappear.
Can’t end your hunger,
now there is nothing.
I will disappear,
my body is not mine anymore.
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