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The Fiction of Closure
03:49
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We can count the times when lovers turn to foes
Like it’s the only thing we know
And when the lights go out, we want to search for all that glows
But in the dark, we battle the lows
We search for the fiction of closure
In an era that’s already over
The skin we’re in gets chilled when the cold wind whistles and blows
But the isolation, it grows
The face we wear as we seek solace in peaceful repose
Is never as true as it shows
We search for the fiction of closure
In an era that’s already over
And I’ll pretend that I can breathe in this very moment
Even knowing that your voice could break the spell
Our truths collide and choke the air of our mutual silence
Holding back the words we’d never tell
We search for the fiction of closure
In an era that’s already over
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Nice to Be Needed
05:31
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I’ve been stealing breaths and borrowing time
A question lingering, yearning to know why
How it must feel nice to be needed
How it must feel nice just to be needed
Relish the memories before becoming an afterthought
This is the pain, the pinch, that reality brought
We hang on words that breathe the emptiest rhetoric
And we find no substantial way that we could even better it
I’ve been stealing breaths and borrowing time
A question lingering, yearning to know why
How it must feel nice to be needed
How it must feel nice just to be needed
There is a hollow statue where a man once stood
We followed all the steps, oh, but we misunderstood
Seize the day, but it seems the day struck first
To reveal the myths of the ones well versed
I’ve been stealing breaths and borrowing time
A question lingering, yearning to know why
How it must feel nice to be needed
How it must feel nice just to be needed
I am the name that has lost its touch
Just more of the same, of which we had seen too much
How it must feel nice to be needed
How it must feel nice just to be needed
How it must feel nice to be needed
How it must feel nice just to be needed
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Moonbeams
03:14
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I can hardly stand the thought of this taking over
For it’s consuming everything
And in my mind, I wish this road would lead us back to safety
Upon the ground you’re worshiping
When you tell me that it’s over
All I’m left with is this dream
Which is slowly fading to a blur
It’s disappearing with moonbeams
What is real and what is fake are circling in the twilight
Holding hands and dancing free
And in its wake, we find the ruins of our own destruction
With bated breath, on bended knee
When you tell me that it’s over
All I’m left with is this dream
Which is slowly fading to a blur
It’s disappearing with moonbeams
Sacred images of silence
Stories that we came to believe
The epitome of pretense
And of stolen memories
When you tell me that it’s over
All I’m left with is this dream
Which is slowly fading to a blur
It’s disappearing with moonbeams
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4. |
A Darkness Follows
03:42
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He said, “Hey man, what’s the problem?”
I said, “Sir, I wish I knew
“There’s a darkness that still follows
“And on certain days, it renews”
And some claim to have the answers
For a small price, just for you
And their lavish lives will tell us
That they have found the truth
But they’re just like you
And so I have more questions than answers
And what future can I hold onto
When I cannot run from myself
Can I at least run to you?
Can I at least run to you?
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