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In a Perfect World
Sometime Somewhere Soon Today I was looking For something Something I’d been missing But all I could find Was something You’d left behind Thought I’d be seeing you Thought I’d be seeing you I thought I’d be seeing you Sometime, sometime, sometime Sometime somewhere soon Today I was thinking It’s you I’d been missing For so long So long, so long, so I’ll be seeing you I’ll be seeing you I’ll be seeing you I’ll be, I’ll be seeing you Sometime (thought I’d be seeing you) Sometime (thought I’d be seeing you) Sometime (thought I’d be seeing you) Oh sometime (thought I’d be seeing you) Somewhere soon, somewhere soon I’ll be seeing you I’ll be seeing you I’ll be seeing you I’ll be seeing you
Love Letter
One day when I was walking home
Sacred Scars Something left behind Something left behind Left to be desired Something left There’s one thing that never leaves I feel that dirt still on my knees Something left behind Left to be desired Something to rewind Someone left A scar, ah ah A scar, ah ah There’s one thing that never leaves I feel that dirt still on my knees I cherish all these sacred scars That I hold tightly from afar All is left behind Left to be desired All is left behind All is left But a scar, ah ah
Slower Than Time Another Hill, so far away Another day Still no road that’ll take me home Everything moves slower than time Misaligned With the road that will take me home I didn’t know it’d be so hard to find Like a breeze tangled in trees Release me For you can take me there Home We find each other winding ‘round an endless street Let’s be lost together I can almost see Home Here you are Now we can’t be far From the road that will take us home With you it won’t be hard to find With you it won’t be hard to find With you we’ll leave that road behind With you
Tangled In Your Spokes All tangled in your spokes again There’s a fallen limb coming ‘round the bend There’s a smoke ring circling your eyes There’s a vine wrapped ‘round your feet up to your thighs It’s gonna trip, trip, trip you up It’s gonna trip, trip, trip you up Surrounded by the books you’ve burned You say there’s nothing left to learn All caught up in your history And what may never be It’s gonna trip, trip, trip you up It’s gonna trip, trip, trip you up It’s gonna trip, trip, trip you up It’s gonna trip, trip, trip you up It’s gonna trip, trip, trip you up It’s gonna trip, trip, trip you up Know where to run The ground is melting, the ground is melting in the sun Just take that rope I’ve thrown Your will says that you won’t You won’t see While I’m here on bended knee
What Did You Expect Oh what did you expect me to do Oh what did you expect me to do Tears from an empty eye I never made you cry Another heartstring to untie Oh what did you expect me to say Tell me did you expect me to stay Hit like a hurricane By all the love feign Another locket to unchain Oh what did you expect me to do Stage curtain’s torn to see right through Your ticket’s bought and sold To have and never hold I leave your stories to unfold
On the Lookout I didn’t know it’d be so hard to find A heart that’s breathing at the speed of mine An though this hill is getting hard to climb I’m keepin’ on the lookout For all the pictures no one ever took For all the pages missing from my book Forever doesn’t always mean for good I’m keepin’ on the lookout I’m keepin’ on the lookout I’m keepin’ on the lookout As the world spins away And the madness remains Well maybe I’m the fool that’s on the hill So, if I am I’ll stay up here until I find a heart that isn’t standing still I’m keepin’ on the lookout I’m keepin’ on the lookout I’m keepin’ on the lookout Keepin’ on the lookout As the world spins away And the madness remains As the world turns away I wait another day I’m keepin’ on the lookout Keepin’ on the lookout I’m keepin’ on the lookout Keepin’ on the lookout I’m keepin’ on the lookout I’m keepin’ on the lookout Keepin’ on the lookout I’m keepin’ on
Man on Wire Lyrics (by the band 27) inspired by the true story of “le coup” extraordinaire performed by French high wire artist Philippe Petit on August 7, 1974. On the roof I am ready To make my way Over the alley Not even the air can fill in the spaces Every floor’s Another story No clouds below Waiting for me I’m just a man On a wire Short way across But a long way down Not even the air can fill in the spaces Of the fine line between you and me A high wire, trying to make my way to your side But it goes on and on and on From a bird’s eye I’m higher than the Empire As I walk the line to your side But it goes on and on and on It’s where I’m meant to be, don’t slip away from me It’s where I’m meant to be, don’t slip away from me I’ll always be a man on wire And here I’ll stay a step way On the fine line between you and me A high wire, trying to make my way to your side But it goes on and on and on From a bird’s eye I’m higher than the Empire As I walk the line to your side But it goes on and on and on No sorcery, no sleight of hand It’s just a wire and a man Doing all he can And it goes on and on and on So long you live and high you fly But only if you ride the sky And balance on a wire It goes on and on and on
Louder Than Words How has it come to this
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