1. |
Dead leaves
02:50
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The dead leaves on the ground
reminded me of you,
and how green you once were
up in the air before the skies changed.
You shouldn't be so scared because all the leaves turn
red and orange then fall.
And I shouldn't be so scared that you'll disappear,
because I'm already there.
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2. |
I won't mind
03:46
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The breath is leaving my lungs for the last time.
I'll let trees grow from my chest.
And I won't mind, I'll just bide my time.
With dirt in my hair, and holes in my clothes,
I'll just wait around.
I'll be underground.
And I won't mind, I'll just bide my time.
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3. |
Wind carries your voice
01:56
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The wind carries your voice through the air to me,
distorted by mountains of rock and deep tunnels.
I can barely make out your words, except,
"I've found my home here."
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4. |
Engulf
05:30
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5. |
Trees
06:16
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I saw you in the treetops,
drifting away with the wind.
You were rustling in the leaves,
you were disappearing.
And I built myself a house,
with the branches and the leaves
of the trees that I last saw you in.
And the floorboards creak
under every step I take.
And the ceiling leaks
almost every time it rains.
But still, it keeps me warm.
And I built myself a house,
with the branches and the leaves
of the trees that I last saw you in.
And still, it keeps me warm.
I never quite knew,
and I never felt you.
And I never quite knew what to make of this,
and I never felt you on the back of my neck.
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