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She Who Shows The Way
03:59
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How'd you know I've culled the calf of love again?
How'd you know it takes more than just a friend to feast upon the seams of my heart? It rends.
When you know, just put this to end.
Where have I been?
Wipe your eyes, they're too stunning to let cloud.
Wipe your eyes. I gotta drag out of your mouth words I can't forget when I see you around.
Wipe your eyes--search till you're found.
Where have I been?
Praying for some insight.
Hoping you just might make up your mind.
But you're slipping-God man, you're slipping,
It's alright--so am I.
Where have I been?
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Anvil
03:35
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From her lips that purse and kiss every note comes a cry like copper pipes tearing up.
In her view, my thoughts run like rodents freshly found.
'Cause it's her eyes that scare away the vermin from my mouth.
And how can I say nothing? Nothing.
Arrogant am I, child.
Now my mind's tarnished like an icon handled at an altar by gloveless boys.
As the sun fell so wide and quiet, hammering my heart it's the anvil for your tongue.
How can I say nothing? Nothing.
Arrogant am I, child.
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Gentle
03:59
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If the winter breaks her arms pulling out our vacant walks from the brittle frozen ground, I will set them gently.
There is a man with splinters for bones and I love him, I love him, I do.
If the heron's crown takes flight filled with jeweled pins of light, I will trace her smooth ascent with my eyes so gently.
There is a sign seen only alone and I know it, I know it, I do.
There is a book written in blood and I read it, I read it, I do.
If the season's greedy hands try to seize her remnant, I will drop my head and swing from the pines so gently.
There is a grave that coughs up it songs, and I hate them, I hate them, I do.
There is a flood barreling on, and I'm ready, I'm ready for you.
Cause there is a man with splinters for bones and I love him, I love him, I do.
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In So Many Ways
04:58
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LYRICS:
When the forest is built from my house's dust will the garden yield all that missed your chest and all I overthrew?
When the vineyard wilts and the silence falls, will we nervously still move from room to room, seldom sharing space?
I'm running endlessly to chase down what I've missed.
What did I expect to find? He's working while I sleep.
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