PA R A D I S E I w o n ’ t s ay n o m o r e i n t h i s s t y l e o f b r o k e n c o m m u n i c at i o n open up the tower i t ’ s a s h a m e i ’ v e s ta r t e d s o m e t h i n g n e w
B r e at h i n g o h s o l o u d ly i f y o u c h a n g e y o u r m i n d i w o n ’ t s tay l o n g holding weightless lies i ’ m a f r a i d t h at i h av e s p o i l e d y o u r c e l e b r at i o n For
t h e b e g g a r s i n pa r a d i s e b r av e t h e w a r m t h feel the change c r o o k e d k n e e s o h t h e pa i n i know it’s midnight but i’m dying to be let in
If we drown our fingers our hands begin to crumble no reinforcements here p r ay f o r t h e d ay f o r s o m e t h i n g t h at e x c e e d s y o u r e x p e c tat i o n s P l e a s e i j u s t w a n t t o ta l k d o y o u f i n d i t h a r d t o u n d e r s ta n d m e when i’ve been drinking pat i e n c e i n y o u r p o w e r glory saves me from the rage of your hand me down For
t h e b e g g a r s i n pa r a d i s e b r av e t h e w a r m t h feel the change c r o o k e d k n e e s o h t h e pa i n i know it’s midnight but i’m dying to be let in
KISETSU H ands
were shaken on the table we misunderstood he was written from his word and it would be so from the county to the meadow for his means t r av e l l i n g fa r w i t h a b u r d e n f o r a t h o r n
C a r n i v o r e s ta n d i n g o u t s i d e underneath the carved in wood surroundings all he has to bare oh to be discovered seasons are rolling around Part
o f u s s tay s i n t h e d a r k e s t p l a c e for a while b o l d a n d b r av e i n t h e o l d e s t w ay s o f t ly d i e
Part
o f u s s tay s i n t h e d a r k e s t p l a c e for a while b o l d a n d b r av e i n t h e o l d e s t w ay s o f t ly d i e
F ROM T H E FOR E S T TO THE TIDE I
don’t know who i am anymore fa i l u r e s a r e c i r c l i n g timidity
a l l t h at i k n o w i s t h at i ’ v e b e e n fa i t h f u l
We’ve
h a d t h i s c o n v e r s at i o n b e f o r e
o n t h e m o r n i n g t h at y o u c a m e holding on
t o s o m e t h i n g s t h at i d o n ’ t w a n t
If
you can bring me back to life i don’t believe you said
We
went down
to the forest of sound w e t o o k t h e w o r ry
of the town to the tide
LIVER Go on go and throw w h at w e s ay t o l e a r n well go on and settle down prizes for the golden for the old Please to meet you ida i think we kissed before in corridoors nice to know you ida We
owe it all to the smarter child h e f o u n d i t fa s t e r t o r u n we found it all in our time and i know how t o pay f o r t h i s w i t h o u r a p p r e c i at i o n prizes for the golden for the old
Please to meet you ida i think we kissed before in corridoors nice to know you ida
GAVEL Found in the garden he was bleeding from the head trouble in the doorstep s l i g h t ly s h a k i n g s h e w a s d e a d Nine he’s
n i n e n i n e i d i d n o t k n o w w h at t o s ay a h a m m e r i n h a n d s o l i f e l e s s s h e l ay poor poor children hiding under your bed s tay o n t h e l i n e w e a r e d o i n g o u r b e s t
S o f t e n e d f o o t s t e p s l e a d i n g u p t h e s ta i r s h e ’ s a n e l e g a n t m a n w i t h a r e p t i l i a n s ta r e Creaking
closing in should we peak outside h e i s o u r fat h e r o h h e ’ s m a d e i t i n s i d e
Down on the carpet he was screaming in delirium doubled in the corner disconnected he’d become F l a s h i n g l i g h t s t h e y i l l u m i n at e t h e h o u s e i s h e a n i n n o c e n t m a n a n at o m i c a l ly fa i l e d f o u r t e e n f o o t s t e p s l e a d i n g u p t h e s ta i r s t o fi n d a c o w e rin g m a n s h i v e ri n g b o d y i m pai r e d S l o w ly g i v i n g i n t o h i s fat e i n s i g h t h e i s o u r fat h e r o h h e i s o u r fat h e r
BOHANNON Y o u w a l k e d i n t h e d i s ta n c e the devil walked along and you hailed to his kingdom with fortunes from your bones simmering for time D i l at e d a n d w i r e d cascaded and pushed aside m e n ta l ly t i r e d b o h a n n o n f o u g h t b r av e ly i n y o u r p r i d e oh bohannon Ride under the skies lost loves applaud in time a thief of your side b o h a n n o n f o u g h t b r av e ly i n y o u r p r i d e oh bohannon You woke up and you were tied and bound he was breaking and you were shaken down You looked up and inside his eyes you found he was bracing an innocence somehow Oh if your back is breaking o h f r o m t h e w o r l d y o u ’ v e ta k e n oh if your back is breaking oh from the world you’ve made and oh if your back is breaking o h f r o m t h e w o r l d y o u ’ v e ta k e n
GERASCO Brace yourself child just around the corner time will be taking age f r o m y o u r l i f e young man you won R unning to the sun get on your feet my brother if i don ’ t have a dream can i always find another if i don’t like the future can i be a son c a n I b e a fat h e r fat h e r t e l l m e h o w i t s d o n e young man you’re kind D o n ’ t a d m i t t h at y o u ’ r e s c a r e d d o n ’ t c ry n o d o n ’ t y o u e v e n d a r e i ’ l l h av e w e a k e r b o n e s b u t i ’ l l k e e p m y h a i r j u s t y o u t r y t o w at c h m e d i e without doing something with my life T ry t o b u i l d a m a n t o b e t h e m a n t h e b e t t e r try to keep it steady to keep your world together promise you a baby agree to coming home patience is a skill because we ’ re silent on the phone young man you won A nywhere
but everywhere i ’ ll take you to the gold hand held heavy when you wrap up for the cold do you know the price our love is being sold fear of drifting on is a fear of being old young man you’re kind
OL D OA K When
i h e a r y o u k n o c k i n g at m y d o o r body slumped upon the old oak floor don’t be scared i know it isn’t yours pa d d l e o n w i t h t o r c h e s t o t h e s h o r e
Turn
the light on in the night cocaine in the middle of the propeller we were caught in the storm
This piece of driftwood was ripped from my hands u n i f o r m p e e l e d a w ay i n w at e r don’t be scared i know it isn’t yours i ’ m b u r n i n g o u t a n d ta k i n g w h at i s y o u r s Turn
the light on in the night cocaine in the middle of the propeller we were caught in the storm
Turn
the light on in the night cocaine in the middle of the propeller we were caught in the storm
KEMBLE S e n d y o u t o t h e w e at h e r o n t h i s s i d e w h e r e t o t h e fat h e r s she cycled through the mighty old bad weather t o ta k e s h e lt e r until the sun rose high h i l l s r e a c h t h e s u r fa c e H e at b r o k e o u t burning the rivers s e a s ta r t e d o n e t h i n g a n d f i n i s h e d w i t h o u r b r e at h T r u t h c a n b e pa i d f o r collars will be burned Send
you to the rivers on this side where are the organs we found food how clever w e w i l l h av e t o m a k e t h i s achievements from the dirt
T r u t h c a n b e pa i d f o r collars will be burned
To
those who have helped make this album happen fa m i ly , f r i e n d s a n d fa n s t h i s i s f o r y o u for your untold and absolute support
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