1.Flood Pt.2
Got pulled in by the flood,
And it pulled your body under,
While holding up the love,
The love of another.
As you paddled for the sand,
your feet touched nothing.
Don't release this stranger's hand,
'Cause I think I've got this covered.
Thought my water legs are weak,
I'm kicking' like a mutha.
Thought this water keeps our whistles wet,
I've never been less thirsty.
Make your way to the top...
Got pulled in by the flood
2.Lullaby (Mountain)
I, I will watch over you
I know your heart is true
little mountain of mine
'Cause the sun set down on me
You turn your head and slowly start to breathe
the carbon bonds on carbon, buried deep
I'm the shadow of a long forgotten dream
But I, I will watch over you
I know your heart is true
little mountain of mine
Every word I wrote left incomplete
and the promises I never got to keep
Though your toes grow colder as you sleep
The blood runs through your heart with every beat
'Cause I, I will watch over you
I know your heart is true
little mountain of mine
I, I will watch over you
I know your heart is true
little mountain of mine
3.Even While You're Sleeping
I don't its name
But every time it calls
I wander from the dreams
That keep me calm and tame
And crawl back to the meadow
A lost of childhood riddles
Go cut off its head
And use those crooked legs
'Cause the spirit only sleeps
While the head coughs and reels
And crawls back to the meadow
As the heart beats in steady rhythms
Even while you're sleeping
4.Oh Napoleon
Talk about your peace of mind.
The one I found so hard to find.
Mosquito stuck in amber mine.
Don't want my body trapped in time.
As I wait for skies to clear,
Don't seem to mind if I shed a tear.
From time to time, I'm swallowed whole,
And in a wink spat on the floor.
Will I follow you home again.
How's it feel to disappear.
Like seriously, just disappear.
And take a stab from papa's spear.
Getting drunk on rotten air.
Bite my tongue, I taste your blood.
Never thought that I could bite hard enough.
Eyes of fire in your skull.
You've got the kind of eyes that burns goose flesh off.
Oh your charm is getting old.
This kind of love ain't bought or sold.
I know you tried if truth be told,
But I still cast you to a bed of coal.
Will I follow you home again.
Bite my tongue, I taste your blood.
Never thought that I could bite hard enough
5.Sister Margaret
6.Plateau Ramble
Lay another down to the pile
You keep it at your feet
The faces come in and out
Nothing familiar in a while
It didn't take that long
To move from A to B
Shakes and from your feet
Though it would appear from your smile
That heaven was in reach
Swallow and spit it out
A market of passion and denial
The precious noise of wounded boys in heat
They fall apart as Sunday skirts recede
Oh you long to be
But the waterway retreats
And shakes hands with the sea
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