1. |
We Move
04:12
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call me star
make me magic of scientific sighs
i'll be distant burning brightly
through soft telescopes you'll spy me
bring me into higher knowledge
as i spill tea upon my thighs
i'll be close and dangerous
manifesting pages of
hurtful words that writers say about love
cautious poets warning of the signs
hiding in between the lines
of many books i've tried
we move in different ways
and that's ok
teach this standing cup of water
what it takes to flow
the ins and outs of molecules
that bring us far too close
and forget the paperbacks
that you never wrote
they're still waiting in the wings
in the shadows glimmering
with words that you could never write about us
cautious poets warning of the signs
hiding in between the lines
of many books i've tried
we move in different ways
and that's ok
i can't breathe because of what's around us
academic limbo writes the rules
arm to arm and writing on
embarrassed by my pride
i'll smooth over my shame
i'll be ok
but we move in different ways
we move in different ways
with hurtful words that writers say about love
cautious poets warning of the signs
hiding in between the lines
of many books i've tried
we move in different ways
and that's ok
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2. |
Innocence
04:08
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you got a problem with saying no
i like it 'cause it means you're fine
agreeing to what i want to do
but you play late oh no you're never on time
but then again you don't say yes
just talking talk without interest
how much longer must i keep my mind
painting you in angelic light?
i tell myself you don't take clues
your head's in cloudy avenues
but to be honest i'm just glad that you left
i'm too tired of seeking innocence
and in the end you can take what you get
no more than a story in past tense
and there's no other way that i can fall for you
and that's the truth, baby
i'm gonna leave it all aside to forget
i'm too tired of seeking innocence
i send a line but i do not receive
you blame the busy times and i concede
i don't know where you're rushing to
all i know is that i can't come too
i tell myself you don't take clues
your head's in cloudy avenues
but to be honest i'm just glad that you left
i'm too tired of seeking innocence
and in the end you can take what you get
no more than a story in past tense
and there's no other way that i can fall for you
and that's the truth, baby
i'm gonna leave it all aside to forget
i'm too tired of seeking innocence
i'm counting signals but i got too few
could i be something that you're not into?
i'm considering you're not a thing
that acts on what he says he'll do
but to be honest i'm just glad that you left
i'm too tired of seeking innocence
and in the end you can take what you get
no more than a story in past tense
and there's no other way that i can fall for you
and that's the truth, baby
i'm gonna leave it all aside to forget
i'm too tired of seeking innocence
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3. |
Charm School
04:00
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it's been aeons since you last dated
and every eyebrow you ever raised was just
yet more tiny dreams
small as aphids
nobody's going to love you now
pastel jumpers with sewn on sequins
that spell your name out with cute mistakes in
they leave you hanging
you look affected
nobody's gonna love you now
it's what i loved in charm school
knees together, hands together
playing by the rules
i learned in charmed school
no-one's gonna love you if you fall through
keep your head high and speak much slower
your blood stream it runs with soda water
you're laughing far too loud
play it over when you're lying in your bed
it's what i loved in charm school
knees together, hands together
playing by the rules
i learned in charmed school
no-one's gonna love you if you fall through
put your mask on and wear it always
cause they can still see you through glass in doorways
it's what i learned in charm school
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4. |
Toronto
05:05
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listen, winter's coming
i heard it on the streets
the passengers aren't smiling
as i take a seat
i visit vinyl stores
and pretend i know the names
of local bands and hold my own hands
while travelling on subway trains
i'm running down the danforth
crushed paper in my hands
it's got words that tell my fortune
you gotta understand
cause she says i got to stay here
but its not gone as planned
don't make me come home
don't make me come home
i'm living with a psycho
who never leaves the house
and i'm working for a pittance
i'm playing cat and mouse
i climbed the CN tower
in search of something sane
saw the sun rotating
but in edinburgh i knew that there'd be rain
and moons don't give you nothing
they're just rocks that float through space
so i ask the stars what am i doing here
what drove me to this place
i'm running down the danforth
crushed paper in my hands
it's got words that tell my fortune
you gotta understand
cause she says i got to stay here
but its not gone as planned
don't make me come home
don't make me come home
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5. |
The Cool Kid
03:26
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you call me up to call me out
prove I'm weak 'cause I don't doubt
there's stuff at night i think about
and you're the main feature
but velvet seats and
old-school movies
aren't exclusive to
girls like me
you've make eyes when I sing a little higher
but you call me a liar
but i saw you on the avenue
right beneath my window
like there was something
in the nothing
you had pleaded days ago
take a little breath
do you feel it yet?
you say that i'm immature
'cause i know what i'm looking for
but you hover by the door
to catch my wrist when i leave
mother's mother
was an old-school catholic
but you're down with
playground tactics
you're not fair fighting pebbles with fire
and you call me a liar
but i saw you on the avenue
right beneath my window
like there was something
in the nothing
you had pleaded days ago
take a little breath
do you feel it yet?
they call you the cool kid
'cause you act like you're over it
but i know you're making passes
its easy behind darker glasses
there's no use taking arms against desire
but i saw you on the avenue
right beneath my window
like there was something
in the nothing
you had pleaded days ago
take a little breath
do you feel it yet?
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6. |
The Shrine
03:41
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you can find me
up by the trees
the greys and the greens
of the old chequered floor
the broken skylight letting in
the leaves on the floor
i'm in this room
this secular tomb
inhaling perfumes
of lingering dust
black and white old photographs
of lovers like us
you could call me anytime
you could see me going blind
grey and golden in my eyes
you, come and reach me
you, you completely
unglued all my weak kneed mind
you could call me anytime
you made me ill though
punching pillows
over something i could not keep
shattering the valentine
i made in my sleep
you could call me anytime
you could see me going blind
grey and golden in my eyes
you, come and reach me
you, you completely
unglued all my weak kneed mind
you could call me anytime
but you left before your time
abandoning the shrine
that i made inside my mind
you, come and reach me
you, you completely
unglued all my weak kneed mind
you could call me anytime
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7. |
Cruel (bonus track)
02:28
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i want a city boy
i want an educated
doe-eyed and blue chew toy
cause love is overrated
oh, oh, oh
you're my wee water stone
that lets me keep my words
sharp like small puppy teeth
your baby heart, my sleeve
you make me want to be cruel
but I'll try to be good to you
follow follow follow me round
so i should follow geese
and go fly south for winter
cause your young northern mouth
it makes my blood grow thicker
oh, oh, oh,
and then i'll drop you quicker
oh, oh, oh
you make me want to be cruel
but I'll try to be good to you
follow follow follow me round
you're just a kid
go back to school
you make me want to be cruel
but I'll try to be good to you
follow follow follow me round
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8. |
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you call me up to call me out
prove I'm weak 'cause I don't doubt
there's stuff at night i think about
and you're the main feature
but velvet seats and
old-school movies
aren't exclusive to
girls like me
you've make eyes when I sing a little higher
but you call me a liar
but i saw you on the avenue
right beneath my window
like there was something
in the nothing
you had pleaded days ago
take a little breath
do you feel it yet?
you say that i'm immature
'cause i know what i'm looking for
but you hover by the door
to catch my wrist when i leave
mother's mother
was an old-school catholic
but you're down with
playground tactics
you're not fair fighting pebbles with fire
and you call me a liar
they call you the cool kid
'cause you act like you're over it
but i know you're making passes
its easy behind darker glasses
there's no use taking arms against desire
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