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The Architects
01:44
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The architects of wonder
They have written in the stars
The constant revelation of
Who you are.
And when I search my memory
Sometimes I see your face.
You're standing right before me.
You haven’t changed.
Are you going to the show?
Are you going to the show?
Are you going to the show, tonight?
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Fool's Gold
02:58
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The space beside the yellow chair is hot.
The drawing I made yesterday was good.
I wonder if the laughter suits you well.
I’m better but it’s still too soon to tell.
It’s just my imagination.
Some automatic friction.
It’s just some kind of fool's gold selling me out
To cash in on a rainy day.
Maybe you’re out singing with your friends
In some uptown bar with marigolds and ice.
I get dizzy when I think about that place
Where It’s hard to lay down, but you don’t think twice.
It’s just my imagination.
Some automatic friction.
It’s just some kind of fool's gold selling me out
To cash in on a rainy day.
Are the windmills the same as they were yesterday?
Sometimes it snows in October.
It’s alright.
It’s OK.
It’s over.
It was just my imagination.
Some automatic friction.
It’s just some kind of fool's gold selling me out
To cash in on a rainy day.
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Dive
03:07
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Come with me to the edge of the deep blue sea.
Tell me everything about you.
I’m only pretty sure that we won’t touch the bottom.
I don’t even know if we have a chance.
But, we dive.
Just how deep does this go?
Have I lost all control?
I can see from the way that you look at me
That I’m only pretty sure that we can't touch the bottom.
I don’t even know what we might find.
When we dive.
I’m only pretty sure that we can't touch the bottom.
I don’t even know what we might find.
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Amy Hit the Big Time
03:10
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Amy hit the big time.
She talked about the headlines.
Her portrait painted fifty million screens.
I dreamt she was my girlfriend.
We swam out to the deep end.
These days my dreams don’t come around no more.
These days my dreams don’t come around no more.
Baltimore was burning.
The lines were slowly blurring.
Captain Phasma quickly won this war.
I dreamt I was a soldier
And all I wanted was to hold her.
These days my dreams don’t come around no more.
These days my dreams don’t come around no more.
She deserves a Superman
Not a broken heart.
She’s running off to Disneyland.
She caught me off my guard.
Oh, my god.
Amy hit the big time.
She talked about the headlines.
These days my dreams don’t come around no more.
These days my dreams don’t come around no more.
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Sailing to Byzantium
04:09
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Here we come.
I guess we’re sailing to Byzantium.
From the shores of some oblivion
I came to know your face.
Yes, you can
Maybe first with paints and marzipan.
Then throw it straight into the garbage can,
A tattered, paltry place.
The emperor falls asleep
While slowly counting sheep.
Sick with life and love.
It’s so sad.
Holy fire.
Watch you story burn across the wire
Monuments to every heart’s desire
And leave without a trace.
I love you.
That’s the only thing there’s left to do.
After everything, we’re passing through.
No country for old men.
Tea time with the Queen
Must have been a dream.
Sick with life and love,
It’s so sad.
This crime has no defense.
A tired magnificence,
Sick with life and love,
It’s so sad.
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So Much for Goodbye
03:51
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Josie, I’m stuck on the taste of your charms.
I’ve been on the road for three days and the drivin's been hard.
Can I still see you tonight? The radio’s slow.
The taxicab's losing its heat and it’s starting to snow.
John Grady Cole races horses at night.
I float like a moth in the Mexico light
To your sweetness.
So much for the music.
So much for goodbye.
Sara, can I spend the night in your arms?
I’ve been on the run for three months and the travelin’s hard.
When can I see you again? The winter is coming.
The taxicab’s waited too long and the meter is running.
John Grady Cole races horses at night.
I float like a moth in the Mexico light
To your sweetness.
So much for the music.
So much for goodbye.
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The Wall of Flies
03:12
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Your little monsters
They weren't strong enough.
And your demons, crumbled to dust.
Those photographs they won't capture us
Behind the wall of flies.
That little man’s been playing solitaire.
He’s gonna be some kind of millionaire.
It’s only fallout from the April affair
Behind the wall of flies.
Madness obscures the the light.
It’s hard to tell if you're wrong or right.
And now your running from the only fight
Behind the wall of flies.
That little dreamer's been breathing laughing gas.
But it’s no joke. This is hard to pass.
So it’s over the gutter and through the looking glass
Behind the wall of flies.
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The Beautiful Year
03:32
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I can hardly tell
By the way you twist your hair
If it’s not some kind of joke
You’re just throwing at me
Just tugging’ on my tears
Just wasting all this time.
I see satellites in motion
Failing comprehension
Falling from the atmosphere.
On the deep end of the ocean
It's impossible to question.
Give my best regards
To the beautiful year.
I wonder if the sky is big enough for us
What with all our silence
The ghost of future past
Wasn’t meant to last
But he’s still here for a while.
I see satellites in motion
Failing comprehension
Falling from the atmosphere
From the deep end of the ocean
It's impossible to question.
Give my best regards
To the beautiful year.
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Semigloss Albatross
04:04
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Watching every moment
Waiting for the end to come
Minute after minute
Silence on the ocean
Then one day I met you
How could I forget you?
Angel wings with dovetail eyes
And an albatross smile
Why did you follow me down
When you had so far to run?
And now you hang your cross
And sail on.
With everything you say you’ve lost
Half asleep and semigloss
Sweet like cherry applesauce
Bitter like the moment.
Why did you follow me down
When you had so far to run?
And now you hang your cross
And sail on.
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10. |
Goodnight
04:03
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You and me
We never really made the best
Of friends or even part-time enemies.
With my stomach in knots as I’m rolling on home like a bag of bones
We just kind of sat there
And listened to each other breathe.
I was wrong to even say hello.
I was wrong. I should have let you know
That I’ve been falling all to pieces ever since the first day I saw you smile.
But now walking away is right.
Goodnight.
Its hard to say
Why I never told you.
Maybe I was afraid. I don’t know.
Maybe digging in the dirt for and eskimo chained to a nightingale
Ain't so bad.
I ain't so bad.
But I was wrong to even say hello.
I was wrong. I should have let you know.
That I’ve been falling all to pieces ever since the first day I saw you smile.
But now walking away is right.
Goodnight.
Angel wings so sweet like marmalade
The strangest things have fallen out from this masquerade
I was wrong to even say hello.
I was wrong. I should have let you know.
That I’ve been falling all to pieces ever since the first day I saw you smile.
But now walking away is right.
Goodnight.
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End
03:41
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What is she doing now?
Is she talking in her sleep?
Maybe dreaming of a place
With bourbon in the street?
If something doesn’t change
Our best intentions will collide.
It’s a consequence of age
And mistakes I couldn’t hide.
I’m sorry.
It’s over.
I gave my heart away.
I’m sorry.
It’s over.
And if I walked around
The whole world in one day
Would you read it in the news?
Would you notice anyway?
I guess I’ll take the stairs.
And as I'm walking past your door
The pounding of my heart
Will always want you more.
I’m sorry.
It’s over.
I gave my heart away.
I’m sorry.
It’s over.
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