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A Dream in Colour
03:39
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If by some chance the stars align
If by some chance your eyes cross mine
If by some coincidence we’re at the right place at the right time
I was thinking maybe someday we could
I could show you, we could try
There’s so much I could
We could
But don’t sweat it, I mean, I don’t really mind
If you ever need a hand to hold
Or just an ear who will listen to your fears and obstacles
I know you don’t know me all that well
I’m often way too nervous and I know that you can tell
I was thinking maybe someday we could
I could show you, we could go
There’s so much I could
We could
But don’t sweat it, I mean, I don’t even know
Of all the awkward verses I could write
Of all the things I could’ve said I’d regret anyway
Out of all the universes would you say
That this is the one where our galaxies collide?
If this is it then there are a few things I’d like to try
I was thinking maybe someday we could
I could show you, we could be
There’s so much I could
We could
But don’t sweat it, I mean, maybe we’re not meant to be
I’ll be waiting
Just know that I’ll be here if ever
I’ll be waiting for that day, whenever
There’s so much we could
So tell me
Is there a chance, would you like to, maybe
We could someday dream in colour, you and me
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2. |
Stones and Thorns
03:20
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I found a crack in my heart today
I found a flaw in my love
The bandaids wade in a river of blood
And the mud gushes into my veins
I found a hundred pebbles today
Weighing down my lungs
My voice is ragged, rough and jagged
From things I didn’t say
I live with spikes above my head
To keep my ego in check
But you have a tendency
To lower the ceiling
With your one-look soliloquies I dread
I await
The corridor crossings
The leapfrog tempo of my heart
And the post hoc guilt of a lost train of thought
Just another drop in the bucket
Another rock in my pocket
Still
I water the roses that grow in my mind
I keep tending the thorns that bite every time
The what-ifs and maybes are poisonous vines
That I just can’t help but to climb
It’s a circle of
One more bandaid one more stone
One more spike and one more rose
One more bandaid one more stone
Carve these feelings out of my bones
One more bandaid one more stone
One more spike and one more rose
One more bandaid one more stone
And it’s nobody’s fault but my own
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3. |
The Tainted Prince
03:38
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Picturing himself among the kites
Spread his arms, forget the marks
His long-sleeved sweater hides
Bruises coloured in like northern lights
But there are no erasers
Big enough to heal the sky
He’s watching from the open window
Wearing a tattered cape
Squinting eyes and a corner smile
Above the cityscape
Wondering if he could reach the moon
Get a lift by grabbing a passing
Helium filled balloon
The screams and cries, they echo in his dreams
A video game where the villains
Aren’t created to defeat
He’s standing on the stony tower
Wearing a tattered cape
Squinting eyes and a corner smile
Below the Milky Way
He’s in the fall
It’s like a bad dream that never ends
The fear, his heart floats to his throat
But he’ll never reach the waking grounds
It’s just around the corner but never gets closer than near
If he reached out he could touch it
But to touch would mean to cede
The weather that he’s under never clears
The clouds tell only stories
To unsullied eager ears
But fairy tales are not impossible
The Tainted Prince, he flew away
A long long time ago
He stepped onto the ledge
And clutched at his patchwork duvet
He sprung into the air
And brought his fall to an end
The memories poisoned black his flooded mind
He crumpled up the paper
Started over fresh and white
Superheroes might not be real life
But there are other ways
A troubled kid can learn to fly
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4. |
Treehouses
05:18
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Treehouses, feet in the sand
Marbles and stars, one-man-band
Adventure, gather your dreams
Carry your heart, drop your fears
Row with me, don't ever leave
Swear it by land and by sea
Soar with me, follow my lead
Here we are safe from our tears
And I don’t wanna know
What 1 plus 1 is equal to
Or what 2 plus 2 is for
I don’t wanna know
Anymore
Sea fortress, pebbles and stones
Tell me that I'm not alone
We will become river thieves
Sack full of strings, pearls and beads
And I don’t wanna know
What 1 plus 1 is equal to
Or what 2 plus 2 is for
I don’t wanna know
Anymore
Eyes upwards, size up the sky
Nothing’s too grand or too high
Rain in our hair, down our cheeks
White canvas, hearts on our sleeves
So, please
Let’s stay here
Cause I don’t wanna know
I don’t wanna know anymore
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5. |
Aurora
04:09
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