1. |
Desperation Song
02:06
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There's no good, there's no bad
There's no happy, there's no sad
There's just chemicals in your brain
There's no day, there's no night
There's no blindness, there's no sight
They're all just versions of the same
You are here, you are there
You are nowhere you are
Everywhere you possibly could be
I'm not right, I'm not wrong
This is a desperation song
Where I cope with eternity
Jeremy asked me if life has a meaning
Who is he, who is she
Who the hell would claim to be
Exactly who they want to be
Who is that, who am I
Who are we kidding when we try
To understand reality
Take a chance, take a rest
Take your worst or take your best
It makes no difference to me (we?)
I’m not right, I’m not wrong
This is a desperation song
Where I cope with eternity
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2. |
Untitled Love Song
02:47
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My lover knows her way around me
She’ll arouse me
In ways I never understand
And whenever we're together you’ll notice
We can’t focus
On any other woman or man
I'll buy her fifty acres and a flower for her hair
Build a little house and never go anywhere
No tv, no phones, we'll never be alone
Cause her love I feel it deep inside my bones
I only feel happy when she is laughing
Or when asking
If she’d like to get up and dance
She says she’s lost without me at her shoulder
Never bolder
Empowered by our romance
While we're out walking she carves my name into trees
Never likes to hear how much better she is than me
No matter where we go, where I am is her home
Cause my love she feels it deep inside her bones
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Floating
02:55
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I wanna sleep in bed I wanna dream in the back of your head
I wanna close our eyes and pretend that we’re already dead
I want to taste your soul I want to lose control
I want to sleep in bed instead, of doing things
You hate the dark but love to count the stars
You hate to walk but never drive your car
You hate the way you dress you hate the way you stress
You hate the dark but love to count, all the stars
Nobody knows that we're lonely
Nobody knows that we're cruel
Nobody knows what we're saying
Nobody knows that we're cool
We should sit inside we should read books that blow our mind
We should talk to people that don't want to waste our time
We should face our fears we should kiss real weird
We should sit inside and blow our minds
Nobody knows that we're lonely
Nobody knows that we're cruel
Nobody knows what we're saying
Nobody knows that we're cool
I wanna sleep in bed I wanna dream in the back of your head
I wanna close our eyes and pretend that we’re already dead
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