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Field of Bells
03:44
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field of bells
will we bend before we break? / when our words are dry, cracked teeth we can’t tame? / when our ghosts won’t cry to be held? / when we cannot teach our feelings to be felt? / i ask you / cross this quiet field of bells / one stone will start the singing, one toss and they will tell / but my hands in the dirt and they find no rock / i’m bent over the land, lost and throwing sand across / if you can’t always find it, put your head against our hearts, look inside them / if you worry that it’s broken, put your hands against your ribs and let ‘em open you up / let ‘em open you up / outside they’re ringing, other bells they talk / sent from goodnight moon to our bones between these city blocks / they say we get better at what we practice, but silence isn’t service / i never wanted to be your actress / will you fit into me like we fit into love? / will you toss and turn at night? / your lips are moving like you’re one of us / who waits for the water, a voice from the sea / for words that we belong to, homes that we can’t leave / if you can’t always find it, put your head against our hearts, look inside them / if you worry that it’s broken, put your hands against your ribs and let ‘em open you up / let ‘em open you up / let ‘em open you up
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Closer Apart
04:04
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closer apart
i like you, i do, but i can’t let you into my head / can’t we just wave from our doors, be strangers holding darkness instead? / i won’t let your games get the best of me / won’t let you look through my frame just to see / that i can’t let you in / i like you, i do, but i can’t let you into my heart (no!) / can’t we just stay where we are? / i feel closer when we are apart / cuz i’ll get lost in the sea of it, torn up, thrown by the weight of it all, it all, it all / cuz once the lights come up and i’m not really there / will this hunger you call love just disappear? / if i don’t? if i don’t, if i don’t / i try to, i do, but i can’t let you into my life / there’s too much of me to repair and in your eyes it’ll be magnified / cuz i am lost in the sea of it, torn up, blown back, thrown by the weight of it all, it all, it all / cuz once the lights are up and i’m not there / will this hunger you call love, will it just disappear? / cuz i have been gone so long / if you can’t get me home then i’ll move on / move on
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Summer
03:59
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summer
i was singing written words to the back of the bar / to the regulars who come to hear nothing but a score / a tv screen flashing in their pints / running towards an empty glass, i am one of them / most nights / they say we can’t know love until we learn to lose / but that wise voice will not be heard if it’s not the loudest in the room / and no, i can’t keep it straight / i was down, you were out, it was hard to relate / lately, days come like scissors and the holes they cut in me now / fill back up with summer / it’s not what i have but what i don’t and how i fit in between / you can’t hold it all, you need the space to see what has yet been unseen / and no, i can’t keep you safe / i was out, you were down, it was already too late / lately, days come like scissors and the holes they cut in me now / fill back up with summer / when the days are long and i still come up short / when the path loss built is one day worn
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Empire State
05:43
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empire state
being so well loved doesn’t make you a good lover / this shine don’t light up the moon / heaven sent or of heaven’s hate, empire state how you push me away / can you not carry me? / cuz what i miss when i close my eyes / is not our love but those city lights / . . . bright in my mind / home is not where you’re from, it’s the place where you move / where you learn to belong / and i could not call this mine / i try, i tried / i was sleep-walking under the BQE / traffic and talk shaking their fists over me / and pull me into the knife of this town / cuz what i miss when i close my eyes / is not our love but those city lights / . . . what they made bright / oh, they made bright / crown heights, three little birds know / holiday lights shine like you and me never could / what is left when love is not enough? / fruit won’t fall until it’s told and i’m hanging on to a branch i’d borrowed / leaving bottles in half empty rooms / cuz what i miss when i close my eyes / is not our love but those city lights / . . . passing me by
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