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Build a stack of bricks so high you can't even begin to
Dream of light or balls of yarn or anti-virus software
When you wake and smell peculiarities and I
Send away for shiny toys to pass the days until you
Sleep again
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Transmission 1.1013
03:49
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from somewhere a transmission
and i'm here to help you down
there's no ground control, dear
so if we make it through this fog
i'll spill my heart right out
and if the sea calls back to me
i'll run until i wear her down
on a raft of logs and willow stalks
as long as there's fog, i'll run right out
don't mind me there
hiding behind your couch
i'm here to ask your favorite things
and blow the candles out
don't mind me crawling
through the back door of your house
i'll fill you head with fits of dreams
as we pace the room around
i'm sorry if you tire dear
the evening has just begun
and that silver haired man with the crystal fair skin
won't let us leave until dawn
but if it's dawn you want
you'd better tell me when it's here
because i've been dancing for ages and
i haven't seen the sun in years
but from somewhere a transmission
and i'm here to help you down
there's no ground control dear
so if we make it through this fog
i'll spill my heart right out
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Tunnels
03:54
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You in the sweater: do you see me?
Have you a match for a poor set of eyes?
Deliver me screaming
I wind tunnels into nothing
I spin tunnels into nothing
My/mine, pummeled into nothing
My spine pummeled into nothing
Kiss me again. It's the taste of metastasis.
Out on the steps of the place where they clued us in
You are so dangerous
And I am not dangerous, but I wish I was
I wind tunnels into nothing
I spin tunnels into nothing
My mind pummeled into nothing
My spine pummeled into nothing
Have you a match?
You are so dangerous
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S L E E P A G A I N
As long as we fall through this fog I'll
S L E E P A G A I N
pull back your arms and spill your heart out
S L E E P A G A I N
As long as we fall through this fog I'll
S L E E P A G A I N
pull back your arms and spill your heart out
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I know
it's not hibernating if we're doing it all year round,
but please
(for heaven's sake)
let me stick to the ground
I know you say we've changed, but I have seen to it myself we're headed down
The lines we're always busy crossing out
I should have noticed from the start
you were a dream
smiling almost silent and stand-dancing
in the mist beside of me
but mists are made for myths,
not-human-beings
But while the needle grips the line
I'll let you shiver down my spine
and wear "me" raw
as we're caught in duple time
by the stars and moon aligned
I'll forget it all
Boy don't I know
won't you believe me
Boy don't I know
won't you release me
Come to take my offer
Come to take my breath away here
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Spin
04:02
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I never was a dreamer
I never learned how to fly with proper style
And even for believers
You're a million miles high
My hesitation crumples us
Your radiation crumples us
I never was a leader
I never fell from the sky, I never tried
And you are underneath it
And I ask and you reply:
"My hesitation crumples us.
Your radiation crumples us."
I wish I was licking the rocket fuel off of your fiery skin
Oh, to be sweating the green of the neon encasing the flow of the energy everything spin
I wish I was squeezing the sap from the white of your smoldering skin
Oh, to be molding trajectory lost on your lips in the cosmos grounding the ships in the spin
I wish I was licking the rocket fuel off of your fiery skin
Oh, to be brazen in ripping the rings from your clutches your claws in my back and embracing the spin
I wish I was squeezing the sap from the white of your smoldering skin
Oh, to be bleeding the light and the warmth of your love in the cosmos amplify hearts in the spin
Amplify hearts in the spin
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