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Trial
03:22
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There's something strange in the way you look
I haven't noticed before
Like I see the strangers in a book
And I'm like begging for more
Got the twilight on my side
And a steam machine on the other side
And this trial is never over
Will I remain sober of you
Got the twilight on on your side
And a steam machine on an other side
And this trial is not quite over
Still I think I'm quite sober of you
The clock is fixed
The garden neat
The birds are finally full
The maid is back and the shutters locked
The phone is right on the hook
Got the twilight on my side
And a steam machine on an other side
And this trial is finally over
I remain perfectly sober of you
Twilight on my side
Magic carpet ride
The maid is dusting the sun on extra hours
And now it's over for you
It's over for her
It's over for the whole of us
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2. |
The shore
04:48
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I don’t have have an ability
I just get it when I want
My love for you is an endless road
A highway in the rush hour
Tell us how the story goes
Tell us how to get that far
Can we couple veils to engines
When will I move on the shore
Five hundred miles running on the edge
To never find the answer
My love for you is infinity
A highway in the rush hour
How one draws me the line of your profile
How one's always scared of everything
How one barely gathers all of these
A Highway in the rush hour
The shore
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3. |
I saw it in your eyes
05:29
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Can't explain the reason why
my heart is always stuck on you
Can’t explain the rain today
can’t make the sun shine just for you
Got the key to your cell
but it doesn't match, as usual in the family
No matter how hard I train my abilities
the worst of the catastrophies
will happen eventually
And when it happens I’ll disapear
I saw it in your eyes, I saw it on your face
I saw it in your eyes, and baby it’s not bad
I saw it in your eyes, I saw it on your face
and the little mess inside, baby it’s not bad
How deep is the lake you dive in
and do you still hear the sound
Do you hear the prisoners
what makes you want to look like them
Does it slips through your fingers
when you wake up
That makes you drink till you collapse
No matter how hard you hit the wall
the worst of the catastrophies
will happen eventually
And when it happens I’ll disapear
And the fire, ambers to flames
And the fire will feed the flame
I saw it in your eyes, I saw it on your face
I saw it in your eyes, and baby it’s not bad
I saw it in your eyes, I saw it on your face
and the little mess inside, baby it’s not bad
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4. |
And her heart
04:55
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I know it from the smile that runs on your face
But I can't really smile back like I did before
I feel the pressure of your hands on my fist
But I cannot hold your hand back
It's moist like a liquid fog
I know not how to turn a page of our history
The echoes of your heartbeat run still in my veins
She poors another shot of her liquory
It's a poison to you my love, unpure
We could have been much stronger together
We could have fight our lifetime along
Your closeness is a curse on me, my love
Your distance is the criminal
That's why I'm crying for
And her heart will stop beating
If she doesn't fall in love now
Like memories fading in their picture frames
The whispers in the walls, they are hard to ignore
A shadow in the moonlight that's human shaped
But instead of moving
It fades away like a liquid fog
The last day of our summer that we have spend
The leaves that cover the floor of our wooden bed
The kisses of the rain hurting like a flame
We hear it in our sleep, the longest night ever
We could have been much stronger together
We could have fight our lifetime along
Your closeness is a curse on me, my love
Your distance is the criminal
That's why I'm crying for
And her heart will stop beating
If she doesn't fall in love now
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