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Spare Key (Acoustic)
03:42
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I'm shrugging off the cold
Just to be polite
I'm living like a prophet
With stage fright
I'm falling into place
But still the timing's not right
Yeah that's a fire
I just can't seem to light
Never wanted to repeat myself
It's better now to just say nothing
Been living off of borrowed words
For way too long
But have you had the honor yet
Of ever being truly hopeless?
Have you just been pretending like me?
I'm tracking down the cold
Now that it's finally gone
I'm living like a prophet
Who can't move on
I'm falling into place
But still the timing's all wrong
Well I guess I just can't wait that long
And I feel like I'm always running out
My palette's gone all gray again
So it's no surprise that all we heard
Was the screaming of the wind
'Cause that is all I've ever been
Feels like I'm always running out
My palette's gone all gray again
So there's no surprise when all you hear
Is a record on repeat
'Cause that is all I'll ever be.
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Consequence (Acoustic)
04:10
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A pastor swept away my wrongs,
He put my mind at ease
He cannot do that for himself
He cannot change what he's seen.
So he and I drove to the creek,
And fished out some poor souls
The men who'd seen a bit too much
And couldn't keep their mouths shut.
But I guess it's fair enough.
I'm a fortune they never told,
Afraid that I won't come true
I've been copying out the charts I found
And stole from you
How can anyone face a consequence
They can't understand?
I had a dream that nobody could fall asleep
And it was all my fault, for all my disbelief
Some original sin I couldn't take back
Said I was sorry, "but maybe it's meant to be."
And you were there,
Telling me how ashamed you were
And suddenly I felt no more guilt.
A chemist pulled me to his side,
Said he loathed what he had done
He had worked away his days
To give my God a different name.
We built an orchard out of words
That had left their meanings
And since I felt their shade,
I've found that everything is sickeningly simple
When you strip it down.
And I think that everybody goes home alone
When the daylight dies.
Did you know that we don't make sense
When you bring us into the light?
How can anyone face a consequence?
I just don't know.
So I'll hide away my name
Until I finally hear the letters breaking down,
Until the consonants and vowels resemble us.
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3. |
Turning Lane (Acoustic)
02:57
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You thought you could free the slaves
By filling out the proper paperwork
'Till you turned out all your pockets
And realized they never were
You pulled your kids out of the public school
And resigned to your irreverence
And you set a torch to the old duck blind
Where your heartache took up residence
You were all dressed up
But you didn't know what
All the commotion inside you was for
What did we expect
After all that shame?
Some familiar stretch of crippling faith?
What did we expect
After all that fear?
Some inheritance
To make the past run clear?
Thought we could concentrate just hard enough
To let those feelings in
We were both stuck in the turning lane
But that's where we've always been
I guess we took our love in one big dose
And retired to the peasantry
Saying "paradise exists
But it is locked away inside our memories"
You couldn't sit still
Not while you knew well
That all the commotion
Was held in your name.
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I was up to my neck in apologies
For the war they had waged over me
Two ill-tempered ideas
Tearing down the house
Guess I've been loaning it out
To the wrong crowd
So there's another heart
That plays the part of mine
Forgetting all the lines
But it beats right
And I'm off to the side
Or somewhere in the seats
Just trying to keep the peace
Did we forget the cost
(Something got me to give you up)
Of living good and lost?
(Someone told me there's no "enough")
Our loyalties divided
(Somehow took it to mean the worst)
And cast across
(If there's a reason just make sure that you get there first)
I was down with the strays seeking charity
Wondering if I could seem deserving
Couldn't see what became of the family crest
A realization my pride couldn't digest
But if there's another key
That gets you through the door
You won't know what it was for
'Till it's too late
'Cause I'm diving through the trash
And there's nothing but belief
All rotten in the heat
I couldn't get it past you
The pain that had gotten used to me
While you planted salt like seeds
In my every open wound
The tireless glare of the brake lights
The collars that hugged us too tight
The crack of my caustic voice
Made a mockery of me
A travesty of what I tried to be
But did you get there first
Or did the vessels burst?
Did we offend the water
And die of thirst?
My head is going south
Just trying to hammer out
A less complicated route
To the wrong place
And I couldn't bear the cross
So I'm holding it aloft
Just auctioning it off.
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5. |
Keep Clean (Acoustic)
04:23
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We're all holding onto banisters
'Cause it's a long way
It's a long way down
And the enemy of common sense
Is a loose grip in a steep stairwell
So toss me to and fro
'Till I condemn the very scent
Of being still
And we'll litter all the way
Shed all our trappings
For the rest to wade through
No matter how narrow is our path
And we could never name our burdens
Still they pained us all the same
I never knew my context
But that's just fine
Yeah I'm stuck outside of my shaking mind
I never felt an insight
So ill-defined
Never compromise if you've still got time
So we're all ordaining ministers
'Cause we can't keep
No we can't keep clean
We've been deferring to a hypocrite
With a kind voice and a loud idea
He divided up the races
With a pencil and the book of Genesis
And sorted us into companies and colonies
All pitted up against each other
No matter how common is our cause
I was a visionary 'till I sold my vision
You were a missionary who misplaced your mission
I collected up my fillings and my crowns
And went to sleep without a sound
To distribute all my thoughts
Among inanimate depictions
Of myself.
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Frozen Feet (Acoustic)
03:29
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There's a flock that I must tend
Where each looks the same as the next
But there's some that don't belong
And I'm smoking them out
Still I'm afraid that it might hurt
'Cause they've all been with me since birth
An assignment that I wish I had declined
I've been strung up in my belief
A humanism that does not apply to me
That makes excuses for my knees
Like I've been leaning on the inconsistencies
There's a cold that I must catch
Living well in all that I've said
And I feel it coming on
Unless it's all in my head
But you were up at 2 AM
Figuring out what it meant
That all those sins were really sicknesses
And nobody's to blame
Oh, if I could go an hour
Without wondering what chapter I am in
Maybe I'd find the plot
There's a flock that I must tend
Grazing inside of my head
But there's some that don't belong
So I'm giving them hell.
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