1.Surface
You know the things I've never told＊
All the bad dreams and the good times I have known.
I can see the fire in your eyes.
It burned bluer the moment it met mine.
And tell me where you're from, and are your motives pure？
Fancy meeting such a lovely face like yours.
And I'd love to hold you in my arms.
You've got your mother's smile.
And I'd love to surface where you are.
Seems it's been many miles.
You've got the simplest little tell.
It's telling me everything I need to know
Before we get to 'tell me what's your name？'
And what are you gunning for？
Fancy meeting such a tortured soul like yours.
And I'd love to hold you in my arms.
You've got your mother's smile.
And I'd love to surface where you are.
Seems it's been many miles.
And call me reckless now
But don't you let that light go out.
It's the only thing helping me see.
And hold on to what's left,
Lock it up inside your chest.
A treasure, for whoever sets you free.
And I'd love to hold you in my arms.
You've got your mother's smile.
And I'd love to surface where you are.
Seems it's been many miles.
I always watch you when you're sleeping with memories.
Outside your conscience glows, so white and clean.
You've got your golden halo.
I've got my eyes shut tight.
You're never out of mind, just out of sight
2.Minuet
Hanging out in the run＊
By the station where you
Wanted to know
How the world turned so plain
Told you and you took it to heart
You said someday ill be someone
Oh I'm gonna be such a star
And sleep with your eyes open
Try to keep from choking
On those words that the wrote for you
Cities and state lines are blind
By the road side as the
Exits collide and the numbers are to new heights
A rest stop here a couple of beers
Oh here's to new friends and a light big career
And you drown in your sorrows in fire and whine
And you wonder were you went wrong all the time
Sleep with your eyes open
Try to keep from choking
On those words that the wrote for you
And all the things you do
All the words that your saying
And the flowers you've laid
Are all falling backwards
The places and names
The fortune and fame
Are all falling backwards
Your still two months from home
You feel so alone
Its all falling backwards
Falling backwards
Falling backwards
And sleep with your eyes open
Try to keep from choking
On those words that the wrote for you
And all the things they do to
Make you over
Know that when its over
I'll be here looking back at you
When all the drugs fall through
3.Elegy
The water rushes against my front side＊
It's coming up towards high tide.
I'll hold you steady while I can, while I still can.
But you never know what will come tonight,
And heaven knows I'm in it's lights.
I'm the ticking clock, the set alarm
That you've so long relied upon.
Just stay right where you are.
Whoa, just come on home! Just come on home!
And the daylight is growing scarce,
But sunshine is in my head, and I'll shine it,
I'll shine it everywhere I go.
I can hear the angels calling me
And my father's voice across the sea.
The words float in on wisps of wind,
They settle and they start again.
They say, 'Stay right where you are,
Just stay right where you are.'
Whoa, just come on home! Just come on home!
Stay right where you are my dear,
Won't you watch me walk right off this pier
And go on and on up to the sun？
We'll leave all things behind.
Just follow me, you're doing great!
Just don't step out of time!
Down to, down to the watershed.
Down past the river bed,
Where we used to wonder what lay beyond here.
And out past, out past the signals sent,
Sent by the scientists from the largest satellite dishes.
Whoa, just come on home! Just come on home!
4.I Am Glass
I am made of glass, so brittle＊
That I crack in every hand.
Oh I shatter on command.
And I am clearly marked 'fragile',
With a heart of shards and glue.
It's been painted black and blue.
And if my lungs they aren't strong enough,
Or my arms give out, it's not from lack of love.
Well, they all mean well, but health is a delicacy.
And I am porcelain,
Crafted to the finest shape of man,
With all the latest trends.
Inflexible and hard,
But made of lesser parts,
Made of lesser parts.
And if my lungs, they aren't strong enough,
Or my arms give out, it's not from lack of love.
Well, they all mean well, but health is a delicacy.
And my body, my body's saying,
'Pretend that you're sober now.
Pretend that you still get out.
And just hide all your cracks from the shining lights,
Just to say when you're asked 'yeah I feel alright'.
You've got that swagger still in your hips,
But whatever's coming next, you know you're scared of it.
And just hide all your cracks from the shining lights,
Just to say when you're asked 'yeah I feel alright'.'
And if my lungs, they aren't strong enough,
Or my arms give out, it's not from lack of love.
Well, they all mean well, but health is a delicacy.
5.Nocturne
Stay all night long＊
These walls won't talk or share our secrets,
They are safer here than in an iron cage.
No one will know or see the gentle glow light up the room.
We'll take this to our graves.
I am... running towards the exit,
Like a man who's lost his reason.
Oh, it's halfway true.
I'm turning into the static in the station.
I'm drowning where I'm standing
And I'm sure that you have a perfect view.
I think out loud.
I hear the sounds of people tuning in and tuning out.
And when reception fades they feel alone,
With nothing to show for loyalty.
Oh please, not for me!
I am... running towards the exit,
Like a man who's lost his reason.
Oh, it's halfway true.
I'm turning into the static in the station.
I'm drowning where I'm standing
And I'm sure that you have a perfect view.
I don't owe anything to anyone, no, I don't owe you.
Just give me one good reason I shouldn't walk away.
You had a place in my forever.
You've got a reason for this.
6.The Bright Lights
Opening night for the same old show＊
Well the lights go down and the curtains up.
Tell me is the spotlight bright enough？
Read the cards and recite those lines.
You know they always seem so dry.
And the words you say, they are getting old,
But the choirs singing for you.
All is well, all is gold!
Can't you hear them singing for you？
Now you're everything that you hoped you'd be.
Oh yeah you know you've got,
You've got everyone on the edge of their seats,
Watching you so anxiously.
Hanging on to every word,
You knew they always would.
And the words you say, they are getting old,
But the choirs singing for you.
All is well, all is gold!
Can't you hear them singing for you？
We'll move towards a steady place on solid ground.
And the time will find us in our separate country towns.
The pictures line your shelves.
You wish that someone else adorned
That golden frame above the fireplace.
At night when you're in bed,
I'll sneak inside your head,
Into your wildest dreams.
Because you still need me.
All is well! Not everything is gold
7.Former Glory
Good morning, son, how are you？ You're only seventeen＊
You say the world outside is watching you in your sleep.
You've got the promise of forever, but your youth is wearing
thin.
And your best days are coming to an end. You're saying that
'I, I won't forget how it feels to be so young and have no
regrets'.
But it's at the ending of the story that all your former glory
Is pushed back into the light, to light up the darkest night
And the blackest sky.
And for every second that you spent,
Spending all your compliments,
Another little star ignites out where you are,
Out where you are.
And now the days they blur together,
After all, they're all the same.
But you're still trying to make sense of the names.
There's only seven to remember, but you're struggling with
three.
And the weight of the world has brought you to your knees.
You're still saying that
'I, I won't forget how it feels to be so young and have no
regrets'.
But it's at the ending of the story that all your former glory
Is pushed back into the light, to light up the darkest night
And the blackest sky.
And for every second that you spent,
Spending all your compliments,
Another little star ignites out where you are,
Out where you are.
Someday you'll watch the second hand like a hawk,
Hanging on to everything you've got.
Your hair's white and blowing in the wind on your porch.
Would you do it all again？
8.Old Friends
And if the last two years were aimless＊
Then allow me to open your eyes
The calendars been flying
Must have blown the pages aside
For its really good to see you
I love to see old friends
It seems so much has happened
Since we'd last met
For its about time
To set the record right
Just forgive me if I remember all tonight
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