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Wildfires
03:27
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I was born beneath the moon,
was broken, out of tune;
In the middle of the night,
I was not made for the light
My heart was always breaking,
always mistaking sparks for wildfires...
I’d wake each morning, shaking,
thinking I heard your voice in the lyrebird’s choir
I did not possess
your exquisite instrument;
All the words sit in my teeth
and become bitter and weak
My heart was always breaking,
always mistaking sparks for wildfires...
I’d wake each morning, shaking,
thinking I heard your voice in the lyrebird’s choir
You said that waking up,
oh, had made you come undone;
That my heart lives in the past,
and oh, these orange moons don’t last
My heart was always breaking,
always mistaking sparks for wildfires...
I’d wake each morning, shaking,
thinking I heard your voice in the lyrebird’s choir
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2. |
Darkest Day
03:18
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I’ve never slept the darkest sleep
I’d rather not succumb to these dreams
And like the pearl was once just sand;
it takes some time, so safe it hides
Would you explain this dream to me?
The one where you don’t cast a shadow, and,
as you succumb to air and sun…
Are there even words that fit our simple tongues?
I haven’t felt these darkest days
Since the days when I thought that grace was real
I’d held the dark so close to my eyes;
it was easier, then you broke it with your light
Would you explain this dream to me?
The one where you don’t cast a shadow, and,
as you succumb to air and sun…
Are there even words that fit our simple tongues?
Don’t let your doubt put all the stars out
On the darkest days, I’m sure that they wait
And each one burns with such a brilliant light!
Don’t think that distance is letting them decay
Would you explain this dream to me?
The one where you don’t cast a shadow, and,
as you succumb to air and sun…
Are there even words that fit our simple tongues?
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3. |
Light
04:07
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Light
I don’t think that there’s a single thing I love about me
I don’t think that there’s a single thing
I have hurt you enough to know this much about me
I have hurt you enough to know this much
And I, I want to breathe in…
I want to breathe in
all this darkness
and exhale light
There’s this hole, a dark and frozen well within me
There’s this hole, a dark and frozen well
There’s this beast that yearns to swallow blood, within me
There’s this beast that yearns to swallow blood
And I, I want to breathe in…
I want to breathe in
all this darkness
and exhale light
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4. |
Winter
03:49
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Winter
Let the moonlight cover me!
Let the old leaves cover me!
And come the springtime, I’ll have moved on
I lacked the grace
to dance this ballet
I have strong hands
but they’re just old clay
I said you are
my Northern Star
And without your mean
the sky just just falls apart
Let the moonlight cover me!
Let the old leaves cover me!
And come the springtime, I’ll have moved on
I felt the sea
undulate under me
And I’ll know it’s dark secret
when I slip underneath
Sometimes, the flame returns;
it’s like I never learn
To keep a fire cold
you must cut away anything that burns
Let the moonlight cover me!
Let the old leaves cover me!
And come the springtime, I’ll have moved on
When the winter’s grip has come undone
Let the moonlight cover me!
Let the old leaves cover me!
And come the springtime, I’ll have moved on
When the winter’s grip has come undone
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5. |
Your Voice
05:13
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Your Voice
I want to disregard your letters
and the messages within
And I want no tongue to remind me
that what never was, once may have been
Because I know I’ll only hurt you
This broken heart, it can’t be trusted
This much is clear, this much I’m sure of
But how I’d love to hear your voice!
And how’d I’d love to not desire…
To burst my heart, and damp this fire!
How I’d love to hear your voice!
I want to throw away this language
and speak to you in tongues
But my lips just tear the edges, parting
every word as each unfolds
And I know I’ll only hurt you
This broken heart, it can’t be trusted
This much is clear, this much I’m sure of
But how I’d love to hear your voice!
And how’d I’d love to not desire…
To burst my heart, and damp this fire!
How I’d love to hear your voice!
But I know I’ll only hurt you!
This broken heart, it can’t be trusted!
This much is clear, this much I’m sure of
But how I’d love to hear your voice!
And how’d I’d love to not desire…
To burst my heart, and damp this fire!
How I’d love to hear your voice!
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Glass Heart String Choir Seattle, Washington
Friends-in-arms reveling at the intersection of classical virtuosity, existential poetics, and art-film surrealism, Seattle art-pop duo Glass Heart String Choir weaves golden lyrical threads of haute-art into their achingly beautiful orchestral tapestry. ... more
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