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Matchsticks for Bones
04:12
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Parked alone beneath the last street light, a warm glow burned through another endless midnight.
Flickering soft, like the wind through these pages, rain scattered down the windshield, painting tears on our faces.
There was lightening in my heart, there was twilight in your eyes.
With matchsticks for bones, our every move caught fire.
There was lightening in our hearts as we danced across the sky
With matchsticks for bones, our whole world caught fire.
A broken record for a broken heart.
Your nails scratched like needles that brought us back to the start.
Like the shifting snow beneath my feet, I could never quite grasp this love inside of me.
I chased down your memory in to the corners of my mind, with the speed of my regret never too far behind.
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I look down from those eyes, still fearing what I might remember
Dangling from the edge of your heart, every voice inside me trembles
We've parted ways, with the better parts of you and I/
Try to remember all the things I can't seem to forget.
Try to remember how you held my hands as I held my breath.
Could these songs ever find you, or these silent prayers I speak?
I still search the sky for your memory, as the sun falls down like a burning leaf
We've parted ways, with the better parts of you and I.
Try to remember all of the things I can't seem to forget.
Try to remember how I held your heart.
And I'm so tired of missing you, your the endless song inside my head.
Through all the years gone by, through all the hope that's died, and I'm still so tired of missing you.
There's only one star left in my sky, and it's flickering out like a lamplight
Stitching your wounds with my veins, I've come to raise the dead again.
You're the endless song inside my head.
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Sunlight spills through the window, an endless rush of morning.
The sky has been set on fire one last time.
The floor is cold beneath her feet, scattered shadows cross the wall.
Another dreamless night has quietly resigned.
You're the reason you couldn't save me, with cinematic eyes and a still-framed heart.
You're the reason you couldn't save me. Now sleep with all the love that you could not impart.
Sandcastles fill the hourglass, encircling every last mistake.
Pain has built a wall that time could never climb.
He has escaped from her memory, as silent streams trail down her cheek.
He's been dead for three whole years in a grave she'll never find.
You said you'd always know me. You will never know me again.
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Paper Heart
04:40
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He searched for peace in her heart, and found his heart in pieces.
But thank god for every truth unfolded, as her paper heart now bears the creases.
Now I'm tearing through your staple holes.
And I hope it hurts. I hope it never heals. Its a long way down from my love my dear, and I hope it hurts.
No matter how much I change, this feeling somehow always stays the same.
But its coming clear now after all these years. I'm not the only one to blame.
It was a long way down.
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Legend
03:26
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Behind your laughter I see you cold and still.
Slowly dying with your dreams for tomorrow.
I watch as you fade away.
Who can I kill for you? How can I die for you? Whatever takes your pain.
Who can I kill for you? How can I die for you? Whatever takes your pain away.
Behind your eyes I see a beautiful child. The smile of an angel, untouched by time.
Now I watch as you die inside.
Why did the world have to take this all away? I'm sure from where you were you could almost see morning, but it was just too far to hold on.
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A Fire in the Rain
03:58
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As your heart shaped lips break in two
I'm coming down for air, breathing deep inside of you.
Burn, like a moth in flames.
I burn, through endless shame.
Catch and release the fire from those eyes,
Explosions from our lips color the night sky.
Tangled in your heart strings, this symphony of screams
Empty all the love in you and I will fill you in with me.
Catch and release the fire from those eyes,
Explosions from our lips color the night sky.
Our legs intertwined, wrapped like seeping veins,
reckless and abandoned, like a fire in the rain.
Crawl, like moving prayer.
Your eyes, a resounding stare.
Shock-waves, like a thousand needles.
Your words, uninvited freedom.
Heartbreak, louder than screams.
Another year spent on my knees.
This bed, like an empty grave,
befitting of the bed we made.
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Light Through Dust
04:17
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I'm running out of ways at last to break my own careless heart.
Stretched out, surrounded by these photographs, could I finally start to feel again? Could I finally play the part?
These memories scatter like bottle rockets, swimming high among their screams.
I'm chasing down a kite tail, that I'll chase until there is nothing left to dream.
Color me in silver lines, and I'll crawl until the clouds break.
I'm running out of days at last, to wake to this anvil on my chest.
Fleeing all these ghosts from this sordid past, I'm moving through like a wrecking ball, cutting light through dust.
These memories scatter like bottle rockets, catching fire as I scream.
I'm chasing down a kite tail, that I'll chase until there is nothing left of me.
I couldn't ask for anything more. The sunlit sky at the tips of my fingers.
From an empty well, my hearts now begun to pour.
Tracing through these veins where silence used to linger.
Just color me in silver lines, and I'll crawl, crawl until the clouds break.
Bear a smile just one last time, and I will crawl, crawl until my heart no longer breaks.
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