1. |
Year
02:42
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a year so long
but somehow so fast
I've barely been myself
since two summers back
I met my father
he's not as tall as my mother said he always was
where do our secrets go
when our bodies hold no more air?
a year so long
but somehow so fast
I've barely been myself
since two summers back
I met my father
I stand at the edge of the ocean
waiting to be pulled all the way in
all the way in
all the way in
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2. |
Waiting
04:26
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I'm done waiting I just wanna drive home
all this time I've been watching the morning come
but I'm done I'm done I'm done
where did all the time go
when did spring become summer fall
this is where we start
this is where we stop
I'm done waiting I can't stay
so many doors but I can't open anymore
so many roads but they're all one way
so I parked around the corner
and you kissed me on your porch on Sunday
and now we don't know each other's name
yes I'm forgetting her name
where did all the time go
I can't remember any summer night
I only remember all the roads
I only remember all the noise
I drive the long way back
just to pass your house again
I miss you but I can't tell you that
I miss you but I can't tell you that
where did all the time go
it ran out when I looked away
I should have said my words
I should have left when I could
I should have left when I could
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3. |
No More Time
02:22
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having been masquerading
everything is now collapsing
no it's waiting
for what, she used to say,
for a moment still similar
familiar
this, this brilliance
lovely
again and again
this, this brilliance
as if it could be reconstructed
I was just about to say
if I could describe
the feeling of your absence
precisely
which means using all the names of things
like summer
than it would all be done
than I could go back to the past
and we would all be done
I'm not saying you can change a shape
without forever altering the inside
I'm saying the opposite
I'm saying that sometimes
sometimes I love you
despite everything
this, this brilliance
lovely
again and again
this, this brilliance
as if it could be reconstructed
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4. |
Fool
04:15
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I'm trying to tell you
yes I know all the words
but I forget how to pronounce
what I've learned
I'm trying to tell you
but you barely let me in
yes I sleep in your bed
but you don't hold my hand
I can see it clearly now
I've been a fool
I can see it clearly now
I'm trying to tell you
so here, here are all my words
are you listening
'cause I can't tell when your back is turned
I'm trying to tell you
but you never let me in
did you ever really want me
or did you just want someone who would listen
I can see it clearly now
I've been a fool
I can see it clearly now
I've been a fool
I can see you clearly now
even though you're in san francisco
some things are better left
some things never get said
I guess some things are better left like that
but there are some things I wish I'd said
I can see it clearly now
I can see it clearly now
I can see it clearly now
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5. |
Grandfather
00:31
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Grainne Buchanan Boston, Massachusetts
ma / vt / ca
songs about the universe and you.
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