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Untitled (reprise)
05:06
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Make my way through a morning
And lean into this day
Let the light into the room
And pay it no mind
I’m a breath on your window
A ghost in my own skin
And though there’s little left to take
Steal my life, steal my life away
But I looked back for you, my dear
For the whisper in my ear
To try and make some sense of it
The noise I heard, the pain I feel
One more day, I know I’ll make it
I have done this all my life
Turn one cheek, turn the other
Steal my life, steal my life away
You steal my life, steal my life
And the beating heart of my city
Is all I hear in my head
I’m left here waiting on my own
To hold my breath and beg for it
We chased our sorrow and pity
And let the world go to grey
And if we meet again, I know
You’ll steal my life, steal my life away
Steal my life, steal my life away
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Speechless
05:11
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Whisper every word, my child, every one you dare
If you ever get the chance to speak
For none may ever stand for you, no none may ever care
And the brave world ain’t no comfort for the weak
The weight that we all carry just to put down at the end
Is swept up by the lonesome wind
At night we cry our eyes out for the hard and hollow sky
But heaven does not cry for him
When our muscles grind like stone
And all our bones creak and groan
And we’re older than the world it seems
We’ll still have one tale to tell
Of stealing pennies from this well
To trade in for another’s dreams
We’ll send our spirits flying, abandoned
Reckless in the squall we’re standing
Praying that our roots dig low
So we can stand another day to watch the seas evaporate
Or the cities buried in the winter snow
We can’t wait another day for you
Finally we awaken in the cold and vacant night
And the battle for the world’s still raging
When there’s no one still sitting pretty high up on their fences
Spitting mine’s not a mind you’ll ever change
When the manic crowd has spoken for the laws of nature broken
Grown tired of the speeches made
And in our hearts live every word that anyone could’ve ever heard
But he don’t have a thing to say
We can’t wait another day for you
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3. |
Satellites
05:04
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I know you’re not the saviour
You’re just another lonely soul who’s gone insane
And I’m minding my own reasons
Waiting at the lights and hoping to be saved
The night and my guitar
We’ll be chasing light and hunting shooting stars
But I feel my time is wasted
If every word I write is pointed at your heart
Hear it when you speak
Hold it like the golden light, the hunger in your sleep
Feel it as you breathe
I’m a mess and soaking wet and lying in the street
It’s like walking under water, nothing’s real
It’s like walking under water, nothing’s real
I know we stumble forwards
And we are stranded on a cold and empty stage
But I’ve walked through time immortal
And I’m not going back if nothing can be changed
They march us off to war
Oh, is my silly life a line accounted for?
When the nights are cold and fated
And it’s not the same, not like before
Hear it when you speak
Hold it like the golden light, the hunger in your sleep
Feel it as you breathe
I’m a mess and soaking wet and lying in the street
It’s like walking under water, nothing’s real
It’s like walking under water, nothing’s real
It’s like satellites are following me
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4. |
Thomas
04:48
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From dust you came into this life
Name writ in water in a world on fire
To speak of the dead and cry a lament
To the faces pressed to the cold cement
And the ones who made us are nowhere found
The tracks have faded on the stolen ground
In generations when the crying stops
You can gather evenings, and tell of how we
Burned all the monuments, cursed all the sacraments
They never spoke for you anyway
Stand out among the dead, find a place to lay your head
In all this madness and delusion
But don’t look back at the starting line
It’s a sudden fall on a steep decline
They’ll keep you reaching for the highest shelf
While you look for God but never yourself
And I hope you make it through the mud and mire
To the ones you seek, to your heart’s desire
When the paths you follow are covered in dust
When there’s no one waiting, you can blame us
We burned all the monuments, cast out your presidents
They never spoke for you anyway
Stand out among the dead, nowhere to lay your head
In all this madness and delusion
Don’t look back at the starting line
The places lost will live in your mind
I know your pain cries out for yesterday
But all you can ever do, is feel it
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5. |
No More Sky
04:32
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I hear the noise that wakes me
Hanging in the air as I wander still
Feels like the world is watching
Laughing at my mind and the state I’m in
But who would believe me?
It’s a knowing I am helpless to resist
Who will release me?
Who...
I walk the earth to find you
Always end up back at the start again
You move like the stars above me
Scattered in the dark that I’m breathing in
But who would believe me?
And let me go out into the world again
Who will release me?
Who...
And the beasts, ghosts, dark shadows
That follow the sound our voices, lost
They play their part
In the foolish place in your heart
All this time I waited for love to save me
Wide awake and wandering the streets in these hours, lost
Now I know I’m not the one you keep
In the foolish little place in your heart
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Unu’pé Melbourne, Australia
Unu’pé is a recording artist from Melbourne, Australia.
Also available to stream pretty much everywhere.
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