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Slow down. Hold still.
It's not as if it's a matter of will. Someone's circling. Someone's moving A little lower than the angels. And it's got nothing to do with me. The wind blows through the trees, But if I look for it, it won't come. I tense up. My mind goes numb. There's nothing harder than learning how to receive. Calm down. Be still. We've got plenty of time to kill. No hand writing on the wall: Just the voice that's in us all. And you're whispering to me, Time to get up off my hands and knees, Cause if I beg for it, it won't come. I find nothing but table crumbs. My hands are empty. God I've been naive. All I need is everything. Inside, outside, feel new skin. All I need is everything. Feel the slip and the grip of grace again. Slow down. Hold still. It's not as if it's a matter of will. Someone's circling. Someone's moving A little lower than the angels. This voice calling me to you: It's just barely coming through. Still, I clearly hear my name. I've been fingering the flame Like tomorrow's martyr. It gets harder to believe. All I need is everything. Inside, outside, feel new skin. All I need is everything. Feel the slip and the grip of grace again. So from now till kingdom come, Taste the words on the tip of my tongue. Cause we can't run truth out of town, Only force it underground. The roots grow deeper In ways we can't conceive. All I need is everything. Inside, outside feel new skin. All I need is everything. Feel the slip and the grip of grace again. All I need is all I need. |
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Don't speak.
Words come out your eyes. You're wet with this nightmare. Like thorns you hold these secrets to your breast, Your slender fingers closing into fists. The wind blows through the trees, Trace your bruise Like a guilty streak. Hold the pain. You're a connoisseur. You think you have no other gift to give, But we have so much left to live. No hand writing on the wall: We don't need a lot of money. We'll be sleeping on the beach, Keeping oceans within reach. (Whatever private oceans we can conjure up for free.) I will stumble there with you And you'll be laughing close with me, Trying not to make a scene Etcetera. Whatever. I guess all I really mean Inside, outside, feel new skin. Is we're gonna be alright. Yeah, we're gonna be alright. You can close your eyes tonight, Cause we're gonna be alright. It's not as if it's a matter of will. So come on now, I can almost see That place On a distant shore. And courage is a weapon we must use To find some life you can't refuse. Like tomorrow's martyr. We don't need a lot of money. We'll be sleeping on the beach, Keeping oceans within reach. (Whatever private oceans we can conjure up for free.) I will stumble there with you And you'll be laughing close with me, Trying not to make a scene Etcetera. Whatever. I guess all I really mean Taste the words on the tip of my tongue. Is we're gonna be alright. Yeah, we're gonna be alright. You can close your eyes tonight, Cause we're gonna be alright. All that I can see is your eyes. Close your eyes. Close your eyes. All I need is everything. Feel the slip and the grip of grace again. All I need is all I need. |
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Your paint dries, the canvas smiles,
with two eyes you lift yourself up. Stroke your skin, there are teeth marks to be sure. Maybe we’re best close to the ground. Maybe angels drag us down. I wonder which part of this will leave the scar. Dip your hands in colours while the young night flutters in on you and finger paint me pictures of all you see. No matter what they say, you’ll always be faithfully dangerous, lost and lovely, so beautiful to me. I’m not too blind to see. Red is blood. Black is sky. White’s the dove that longs to fly. You set it free and it beats its wings in me. It leaves us at a loss for words. Is that me now in your arms? We cradle together and fall down on our knees. Let the whole world drift downstream. We’ll always be different. Swim the silent slipstream inside of me. No matter what they say, you’ll always be faithfully dangerous, lost and lovely, so beautiful to me. I’m not too blind to see. Red is blood. Black is sky. White’s the dove that longs to fly. You set it free and it beats its wings in me. It leaves us at a loss for words. Is that me now in your arms? We cradle together and fall down on our knees. The heart that beats is yours inside me. Red is love. Black is night. I’m drunk with angels taking flight. The heart that beats is yours inside me. The heart that beats is yours inside me. The heart that beats is yours. |
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I thought I'd go up Poughkeepsie,
Look out o'er the Hudson, And I'd throw my body down on the river. And I'd know no more sorrow, I'd fly like the sparrow And I'd ride on the backs of the angels tonight. I'd ride on the backs of the angels tonight. I'd take to the sky with all my might. No more drowning in my sorrow, No more drowning in my fright, I'd just ride on the backs of the angels tonight. There are those who know sorrow And those who must borrow And those whose lot in life is sweet. Well I'm drunk on self-pity, Scorned all that's been given me, I would drink from a bottle labeled Sure Defeat. I'd ride on the backs of the angels tonight. I'd take to the sky with all my might. No more drowning in my sorrow, No more drowning in my fright, I'd just ride on the backs of the angels tonight. Then the skies, they fell open And my eyes were opened To a world of hope falling at my feet. Now I've no more or less Than anyone else has, What I have is a gift of life I can't repeat. So I go up Poughkeepsie, Look out o'er the Hudson And I cast my worries to the sky. Now I still know sorrow, But I can fly like the sparrow 'Cause I ride on the backs of the angels tonight. I ride on the backs of the angels tonight. I take to the sky with all their might. No more drowning in my sorrow, No more drowning in my fright, I'll just ride on the backs of the angels each night. |
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Anything I say will be held against me,
So I won't say much or I'll spill it all. By the light of day it's an elusive feeling, But every single night that's immaterial. I know a love that will not let me go. My heart is bound and happy to be so. It's so happy to be so, Happy to be so, Happy, happy, happy to be so. If I try to pray, it's like a game of red rover. I take a real good run at it, but I can't break through. Don't matter anyway. I'm so redhanded. The game is over. I'll just tell the truth. I know a love that will not let me go. My heart is bound and gagged and on death row. It's so happy to be so, Happy to be so, Happy, happy, happy to be so. Ooh. |
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Go down easy babe.
Go down slow. Take all the time you need. We've no place else to go. Gonna put on my favorite dress. Put my hair up too. Take me North, South, East or West. I guess I'll leave it up to you. You threw a noose around my shadow. Got me into all this mess. I would have dove in head first anyway For less, for a whole lot less. Go down easy babe. Go down slow. Take all the time you need. We've no place else to go. Say farewell to the confines of my own back yard. Weeds growin' 'round the flowers. Sometimes the only way to break the curse Is to leave it all behind. Find the slow curve of a back road, One hand on the wheel. Drive till I remember how it feels. So this is how it feels. Oh. Go down easy babe. Go down slow. If there's anything better than this I'd like to know. |
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