1. |
Ten Years
03:44
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That is a thought to me to think that you could see
Someone like me hangin' around you
When I know that it takes simple math
But only you could see the common, only you could see it going up
A keen eye
Only minutes on the clock
But it's hours now
And I'm pourin' out
A month now
No end in our sight
I'm racing you down
So speak out
Say what you want to say
What you want to be
In a year or two at most
What you want to say
And I'll be what you want me to be
What you want to be
If you say all these things you mean
All these things in need
And it's quiet now our hearts are beating loud
The air is so tense here; the smoke is filling out
But this is natural and ever so sensual
Still I can feel a difference; still I am so afraid
But being afraid of living out
Is just the same as dying now
It's this time we have
No need to fight
To push and shove
So start now
Even though we started so close to the heart
The thought of being alone is scaring me shitless
And all these things that are known push away the dark
To let the sun rise up
(to let the sun rise up)
Say what you want to say
What you want to be
In a year or two at most
What you want to say
And I'll be what you want me to be
What you want to be
If you say all these things you mean
All these things in need
Say what you want to say
What you want to be
In a year or two at most
What you want to say
And I'll be what you want me to be
What you want to be
If you say all these things you mean
All these things in need
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2. |
Heat Wave
02:23
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Lampoon
Fat, Flat
Small, Tall
I'll take 'em all.
Ryan put me down
Adam brought me up
Ken just won't start
I'm getting back with you, Pa
Sound proof,
Sex proof,
Get loose,
What have I done?
I'm shook
And look
She'll cook
I'd rather run
Lampoon
Fat, Flat
Small, Tall
I'll take 'em all.
Ryan put me down
Adam brought me up
Ken just won't start
I'm getting back with you, Pa
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3. |
Messes
03:50
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We're in the backseat running out of breath
Singing all these songs for the first time
And I feel at rest in your arms
I was 17, you were 16
Like some kind of daydream
And I felt safe in this car
Say yes
This mess that you and I create
Is colored in pigments only we can see
And this mess that you and I create
Is here to stay
Oh this mess that you and I create
Is colored in pigments only we can see
And this mess that you and I create
Is here in my memories
And now the clock strikes twelve
But I can't say goodbye
Cause I feel so sure tonight
You left me breathless, I can't believe this
With the words hanging off my lips
And I felt safe in this car
So far I have found a choice to make
And slip into your nothings, who am I to say
As youth claims its rightful place
This better not be the last time
This mess that you and I create
Is colored in pigments only we can see
And this mess that you and I create
Is here to stay
Oh this mess that you and I create
Is colored in pigments only we can see
And this mess that you and I create
Is here in my memories
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4. |
Ashes
04:03
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Would we give it one more shot
Though we might not get a glimpse in these next few months
(Will we change)
Now you know I can't promise much
But I have a feeling that this feeling won't break on us
(Well not much)
Say it now and don't forget
Say it now
Can we start the fire under our love, our love
Cause I've got you running over the embers, embers
Can I be the warmth inside your heart, your heart
Cause I feel like I am falling under our love, our love
Is this really going to stop
Or is it bound to be restored in some shape or form
(Will we change)
Can we ever really stop
Cause you and I are like a phoenix
And the ashes can't bury us
Can we start the fire under our love, our love
Cause I've got you running over the embers, embers
Can I be the warmth inside your heart, your heart
Cause I feel like I am falling under our love, our love
Can we start the fire under our love, our love
Cause I've got you running over the embers, embers
Can I be the warmth inside your heart, your heart
Cause I feel like I am falling under our love, our love
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5. |
Cat and Mouse
04:11
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You call me every time that you go out
As if there's a chance for us
But you're just playing cat and mouse
And it's dangerous love
You're so cold, so cold
It's a wonder that you've got blood pumping through your veins at all
So where will this all end up
But in the bottom of the sea where you belong
And sometimes I ask myself
Why I let you do those you did to me
But what you really mean, is only passing
(So I wonder what)
Had become of the greater ideal of an
Understanding of the boundaries of another's love
But you're just playing cat and mouse
And it's dangerous love
Play it cool
Get it right
Though the flame is burning out
You can't get enough of me
I'm sick of it
My hands are tied
Though the flame is burning out
You can't get enough of me (no, no)
It's so hard to just get through to you
Just a teenage dream
But that doesn't give you the right to take away
When every moment is frozen in place
And every breath is leaning on the words that you say
And so you lie there, looking so clear
Only now will you go for the kill
But you're just playing cat and mouse
And it's dangerous love
Everybody's got a first time
Everybody's got a first time
Play it cool
Get it right
Though the flame is burning out
You can't get enough of me
I'm sick of it
My hands are tied
Though the flame is burning out
You can't get enough of me (no, no)
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