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Ghost Song
03:35
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i miss you mostly
like a favorite song
turns up slowly
lingers long
i have a copy
of your favorite book
i read it slowly
to see you there
(chorus)
i know you hear me
when i don’t say much at all
we’re both listening
for a sign
a cup of coffee
the past back on the shelf
i see it ending
in my mind
(chorus)
I know you hear me
when i don't say much at all
we're both listening
for a sign
are my eyes open?
to the world out there
i wish you’d save me
it’s hard to care
i hold my own hand tight
as i see you slip away
i’ll walk bravely
but i’ll still cry
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Do Something
04:27
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Find myself
An empty lot
Again
Car wheels spin
in a deadlock
Waiting for someone
to pull me out
Freeze frames don’t look the same
10 months out
I wasn’t perfect
I am not perfect
Rain is falling
Gently turning into snow
Watch it float down
Waiting for me
To do something
Shut the screens
With all the things
They’re telling me
Looking down all the ways
I can’t commit
I just need to do something
Winter is the slowest season
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3. |
Same Till It's You
03:34
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Coffee’s on the counter in the morning
And the evening city streets all look the same
But the thought of you was never quite so pressing
since the chasm where you came and left again
I see it in the streetlights and the silence
And the promise that tomorrow ends the same
And I see you all around the empty edges
The shadows softly spelling out your name
The lovers get the cafes and the corners
And I hope to grace I give away the claim
Your memory won’t let me off so easily
And the feeling safe when we were both the same
The kitchen in the late nights keeps my confidence
And the quiet always dulls away the pain
But the thought of you was never quite so pressing
knowing loving you too much is what’s to blame
The same till it’s you
It’s the same till it’s you
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In The Bleak Midwinter
03:17
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In the bleak midwinter
Frosty wind made moan
Earth stood hard as iron
Water like a stone
Snow had fallen
Snow on snow on snow
In the bleak midwinter
Long, long ago
Angels and Arc Angels
May have traveled there
Cherubim and Seraphim
Thronged the air
But only mother
In her maiden bliss
Worshiped the beloved
With a kiss
What can I give him?
Poor as I am
If I were a shepherd
I would give a lamb
If I were a wise man
I would do my part
But what I can I give him
I will give my heart
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