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wishing that something would happen
a change in this place
'cos I'm tearing off the fancy wrapping
find an empty package
take for a while
your trumpet from your lip
loosen your hold loosen your grip
on your old ways
that have fallen out of step
in a changing time
hoist a new flag
hoist a new flag
angry sun burn down
judging us all
guilty of neglect and disrespect
and thinking small
and death by boredom
and death by greed
if we can't stop taking
more than we need
but across the fractured landscape
I see the same things
tired ideas
birds without wings
birds without wings
birds without wings
and these are just thoughts
of lack lustre times
I've no interest
in excuses you can find
like you've had a hard day
now you're too tired to care
now you're too tired to care
you've had a hard day
well across the fractured landscape
I see the same things
tired ideas broken values
many with the notion
that to share is to lose
a hollow people bound by a lack
of imagination and too much looking back
without the courage to give a new thing a chance
grounded by this ignorance
(and the cat comes)
We're just,
birds without wings
birds without wings
birds without wings
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I love your nervous fingers
Won't you fumble all night long
But in the morning they are stingers
To rise and stumble on
Down the crooked pavement
The wind rolls my thoughts like a leaf
The brill bell chimes
And fortune smiles with its broken teeth
And the many rivers run
Grateful for the rain
I'd be grateful for one morsel
Of your loving again
Summer, restless summer
Won't let sleeping dogs lay
Your bobbed voice
You awaken as time goes by
Don't know, don't know
Don't know, don't know
Thunder's muttered promise
Impatient girl on the scented wind
Your gray eyes starve in the rain
Nearly upon her
And the many rivers run
Grateful for the rain
I'd be grateful for one morsel
Of your loving again
And the many rivers run
Grateful for the rain
I'd be grateful for one morsel
I'd be grateful for one morsel
I'd be grateful for one morsel
Of your loving again
Ah, oh
Ah, oh
Eh, oh yeah
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You turn out the light
and the dark sucks on the embers of the fire
that shoulders in the night
and these tumbling boulders of desire
come rolling off the shadows of me
You say I thought time was meant to take away the hurtin'
as your lonely silhouette closes the curtain
back on the road destination uncertain
so lets get in this car and drive
and this feeling I feel so strong
so powerful it can't be wrong
now the whole frosted night is just a song
song for you
And the moon is splashed right over the street
like my tears on your thighs so pale
its just you and me in the sheets
and I hope the whole wide world is just a jail
when you're away from me
And its rolling on by
here come the night
turn out the light
and the dark sucks on the embers of the fire
that smoulders in the night tumbling boulders of desire
rolling, rolling...
rolling out the shadows of me
turn out the light
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I can see it in your eyes
what I know in my heart is true
that our love it has faded
like the summer run through
so we'll walk down the shoreline
one last time together
feel the wind blow our wanderin' hearts
like a feather
but who knows what's waiting
in the wings of time
dry your eyes
we gotta go where we can shine
Don't be hiding in sorrow
or clinging to the past
with your beauty so precious
and the season so fast
no matter how cold the horizon appear
or how far the first night
when I held you near
you gotta rise from these ashes
like a bird of flame
step out of the shadow
we've gotta go where we can shine
For all that we struggle
for all we pretend
it don't come down to nothing
except love in the end
and ours is a road
that is strewn with goodbyes
but as it unfolds
as it all unwinds
remember your soul is the one thing
you can't compromise
take my hand
we're gonna go where we can shine
we're gonna go where we can shine
we're gonna go where we can shine
(and look, and look)
Through the windows of midnight
moonfoam and silver
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Written by David Gray
I just don't care
Don't care at all
I've banged my head too long
On these brick walls
Every seed I sow
Shudders and falls
Perishes betweens
Ah these brick walls
And I feel like the last hair
On a head gone bald
Not much point being there
No point at all
How many more years?
Years 'till they fall
On the blind eyes
And deaf ears
And these brick walls
These brick walls
These brick walls
These brick walls
Ah these brick walls
And I'm long past worrying
And I'm way past being appalled
I know history is hurrying up
And time can't be stalled
So don't try to run, no
Before you can crawl
Just wait and the time will come
Hey for these brick walls
These brick walls
These brick walls
These brick walls
Oh these brick walls
Ah, umhm
Brick walls
Brick Walls
Yeah
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The draft's blue cold
Under the door
When we threw our clothes
To the kitchen floor
The broccoli balls
In a pan on the gas stove
Where you stand
Won't you take this
Spatula in your hand
Let the rice burn
It cannot determine love
For you
We have no concern
Under the hem of the night
Out on the roof
Over harbored streets
Where the sky's a blanket
Each sweet kiss
So melodramatic
Embroidered by shadow
By the fridge I reminisce
Let the rice burn
It cannot determine love
For you
We have no concern
Under the hem of the night
Under the hem of the night
We staggered a doorway
And all of the sudden
The drum of the rain
On the heathered hills
Now everything's changed
And our silence is bitter
And you are all unhinged
Let the rice burn
It cannot determine love
For you
We have no concern
Oh we have no concern
Oh we have no concern
Under the hem of the night
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time no good
wisdom no good
patience no good
to me anymore
now night has fallen on the stair
some things you do you can never repair
seems I'm always pretending
things aren't there when they are
and the leaves are nearly off the trees
and the traffic's thick past yellow windows
and I'm lost inside the frozen headlights
thinking of you
time no good
wisdom no good
patience no good
to me anymore
and the trees are looking like bones
and the afternoon's filled with storm and rain
I'm staring out of this metal train
thinking of you
and the trees are looking like bones
and the afternoon's filled with storm and rain
and I¡Їm tangled up in memory's thorns
no way through
time no good
wisdom no good
patience no good
to me anymore
trees like bones, yellow windows
memories, thorns, oh and you
time no good
wisdom no good
patience no good
to me anymore
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We are lovers girl
Me and you
White faced lovers girl
You know that its true
We got through the winter time
'Till the spring sun starts to grow
I'm your white faced lover girl
Oh, don't you know
You're so warm with me
I never feel the cold
What have you done with me?
I've never felt so old
We got through the orange summer
Stood and watched the red leaves fall
Maybe by next summer time
We'll have forgotten it all
We are lovers girl
Me and you
Small faced lovers girl
You know that its true
We get through the orange summer
Stand and watch the gray leaf fall
Maybe by next summer time
We'll have forgotten it all
Maybe by next summer time
We'll have forgotten it all
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Written by David Gray
Four o'clock in the morning
Born on the sea
The night is rattling
With burglar alarm oh yeah
The night explode
The night explode
Flower by your window side
Autumn is graceful
Unladen with memory
And the wonders die
Seven o'clock in the evening
Watching TV show
Kissing your dark hair
Its your head against the sunset
And the harbor below
It's the cruelest thing
The cruelest thing
That I've ever known
Just time and circumstance
Taking their toll
As the storm beats and rolls
Your bed was a warm bed
Warm bed in the cold room
Always the same pictures on the wall
With some love in the morning
With your dog at your pillow
And a half empty bottle of baby oil
Oh seven o'clock in the evening
Born around the sea
Night is rattling
With burglar alarms
Oh their ringing out for me
The cruelest thing
The cruelest thing
That I've ever known
Time and circumstance
Taking their toll
As the storm beat and roll
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Tears falling slow
from the bridge
into the river below
in your eyes, I start to see
a starry veil,
the ocean of infinity
Moon and stars above me
mingle with the blood
inside my vein
these empty arms
that should be
holding you close
through nights of winter rain
I¡Їm trying to spell
what only the wind can explain
it's colder than ever
coming down
I¡Їm drowning in shallows
cos its in so deep
there's neon melting in the rain
took too much powder too sleep
cos when I hold you naked
when I see you laugh
I got a sword to stem the rivers
and cut the moon in half
Frozen stars above me
mingle with the blood
inside my vein
empty arms that should be
holding you close
through nights of winter rain
I¡Їm trying to spell
what only the wind can explain
it's colder than ever
coming down
We danced wild
kicked off our shoes
not a cloud
in the skies to confuse
now the sky is cold
the sea is wide
and there's nothing to be done
'cept reflecting the sun
and scratching the mountainside
Frozen stars above me
mingle with the blood
inside my vein
empty arms that should be
holding you close
through nights of winter rain
I¡Їm trying to spell
what only the wind can explain
it's colder than ever
coming down
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