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Music won't save you from anything but silence Not from heartbreak, not from violence
In travel, there are traps When I'm writing in the back Beneath the rain, between the maps My diary bears this out but memory has it wrong I loved you
There are more people alive now than have ever lived I read that somewhere and instantly thought it impossible but if it were to be true I wonder that
It's the same dream that lasts all night but I can only keep this It's Halloween and I'm chasing you round the other kids On a moonlit lawn in a skull
He lived a boy's life He loved his "Camp Mohawk" on Viele`s Creek And he loved to work on problems, drifting in his canoe Lightning days He hated formalities
I was a postal worker from May until July I left because of allergies - the letters made me cry 8am on Fridays, 6am the rest Postal for the two months
Breaking Winter up by shooting numbers from the clock The cat sleeps on the atlas in Alsace Lorraine, dreaming long grass and birds on the wire I have
The tollbooth martyrs, 21 - 56 Leave their lives at the gate and beneath the standard issue crucifix Push their summers to the side of the plate Live
The season is long and i've got the chills The city steps back, replaced by the hills There's snow on my heart and snow on my pills The season is long
Mi reino en un taburete hay cerveza o algo habra la puerta del retrete hace tiempo que cierra mal. Ya sabes donde te metes p'a que te voy a decir el
that you've gone The memory's all in a dream And though it seems I ought to be With a good night's yawn, the heartache is gone Yes Indeed Just In Case
knowin' the game or the rules Nothin' for me could I see except for your teasin' I guess I was just dreamin' Holdin' onto promises from you (Repeat first verse) Just In Case
...and I miss home, and I miss the closets, the windows, the hallways And when we are gone, who will keep up the garden? Like a mother calling her boy
