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If this should end tomorrow
All our best laid plans
And all our typical fears
Am I running out of lifetimes
This is not the first time
Something ends in just tears
But tomorrow I can't imagine
How am I supposed to know
What's yet to go down
Is there only one religion
The kind that whispers
When nobody comes around
The world can wait
The world can wait
I want to drink the water from your well
I want to tell you things I'll never tell
The world can wait
The world can wait
I'm wide awake
And the world can wait
I want to feel and then some
I have five senses
I need thousands more at least
Every day a page of paper
Every night a photograph
A moveable feast
So fade to black and white now
Roll the movie of my life
Inside of my head
'Cause like all true believers
I am truly skeptical
Of all that I have said
The world can wait
The world can wait
I want to drink the water from your well
I want to tell you things I'll never tell
The world can wait
The world can wait
I'm wide awake
And the world can wait
Haven't I said enough
Haven't I said far too much
Haven't I done enough
Haven't I done far too much
Far too much
The world can wait
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i'm so tired in the mornings
i try to go back
i try to remember
the light appearing
without warning
tying up my hands
like i'm good for nothing
if nothing else i can dream
i can dream
i'll never tell never tell
all i've seen
right in front of me
like the ghost of every thing that i could be
for the night sky is an ocean
black distant sea
washing up to my window
all the stray dog night owl junkies
orphans vagabonds
angels who lost their halos
if nothing else i can dream
i can dream
i'll never tell never tell
all i've seen
right in front of me,
like the ghost of every thing that i could be
in the cool and callous grip of reality
words in my head
like misfits after midnight
begging for a light
words left unsaid
they may never see the light of day
and that may be okay
if nothing else i can dream
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Sitting in the rain alone
Looking at a place that's gone
Boarded up my memories
But something's drawn me here again and I
I cannot leave the past alone
Hoped that I would never find
All the shit I left behind
Now I find the child in me
Is going to remind me that I
I can't forget my past for long
So take a look outside yourself
And tell me what you see
I can't believe
That you won't see the change in me
Give me strength to find the road that's lost in me
Give me time to heal and build myself a dream
Give me eyes to see the world surrounding me
Give me strength to be only me
I don't want to hear the things
You say you know all you've redeemed
'Cause I can't change what's come before
Build myself some better dreams
And cast off the fear that holds me here
So take a look outside yourself
And tell me what you see
'Cause I can't believe
That you won't see the change in me
Give me strength to find the road that's lost in me
Give me time to heal and build myself a dream
Give me eyes to see the world surrounding me
Give me strength to be only me
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i can't see my hands in front of my
face on a night like this
i just look back on my life
and think of all i've missed
i grew up south of here in towns
they tore apart for coal
as if to excavate the darkest
secrets of my soul
so it seems
life is just a troubled sea
that we sail for free
don't let me drown
if the rest of the world's goin' down
you've got to breathe your breath in me
everybody's story is more
interesting than mine
it took me twenty-some-odd-years
to see i'd been born blind
so i just feel my way to you
i try to keep you close
i'm never very good at getting
what I need the most
so it seems
life is just a troubled sea
that we sail for free
don't let me drown
if the rest of the world's goin' down
you've got to breathe your breath in me
the darkest part of every night
is just before the dawn
the sun begins to rise
when we admit that we were wrong
so here i stumble home to you
to find the words to use
it seems the voices in my head
i seldom get to choose
so it seems
life is just a troubled sea
that we sail for free
don't let me drown
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i radio heaven
i get mixed signals
i move the antenna
i switch the channels
i lie in this bed
my satellite dish
is there room in the universe
for one last wish
(i say)
do you read me
over
you wanna come
over
i guess i never told you
‘bout this life i'm livin'
it's heaven versus hell
in a split decision
this secret religion is
the best that i've found
i radio heaven
when no one's around
(i say)
do you need me
over
you wanna come
over
this song is grinning
go on and undress it
it's just the beginning
go on and possess it
you're no longer a child now
don't let them molest it
the wound is deep
i'm just trying to confess it
the truth is i bleed you
when these frequencies cut me
i'm a slut with a mission
a singular vision
i radio heaven
i get mixed signals
i move the antenna
i switch the channels
i radio heaven
i get mixed signals
i move the antenna
i switch the channels
i lie in this bed
my satellite dish
is there room in the universe
for one last wish
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roll me over the little blue river
church child
roll me over the little blue river
now church child
silence and dumb tongues
it's a different kind of ghetto
carry the weight
(it's heavy)
of a disreputed fellow
roll me over the little blue river
church child
roll me over the little blue river
now church child
every step that you've been taking
is straying a little further south
as for me I am so tired of living (babe)
so hand-to-mouth
roll me over the little blue river
church child
roll me over the little blue river
now church child
hey you wanna steady that cue card
make it a billboard today
everybody's saying they want their money back
ah well baby just roll me away
out of the mouth of them babies
how they can talk
best be saving your pennies
put ‘em back for a very long walk
roll me over the little blue river
now church child
roll me
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help me tell the truth you see
that's all i'm trying to do is
tell the truth
i'm not that shy
this is not goodbye
and later on i won't know how
i don't know who else to be
more and more i'm secretly just me
open your eyes
help me tell the truth you see
that's all i'm trying to do is
tell the truth
it's just in my head
all i've left unsaid
and later on it won't come out
i have seen the final curtain fall
If i have to i'll surrender all
i'm always coming around too late
too late
it's not too late
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in this dream
it is as easy as it seems
i put you away at the end of the day
in this dream
there are two hands untangling
the knots in my throat
but they won't go away
so what about you
whatever you say
why can't it be true
whatever you say
but this is no dream
you are the deaf ear listening
i know what it means to be seen
and not heard
it's no dream
you are the blinded eye observing
open my mouth
you can finger your way to the words
i'm talkin' ‘bout you
whatever you say
why can't it be true
whatever you say
there are some things i must let go
i must let go
i must let them go
just keep on tellin' me i told you so
i know i know i know i know
whatever you say
i fall into bed
the whole horizon's turning red
writing our names with a needle and a thread
stitching the clouds
as if the wounded sky had bled
all of these words that will never be said
without you
whatever you say
why can't it be true
whatever you say
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the body
is a stairway
of skin
you open the door
i let you in
carry your story
through the thick and thin
i feel the angels
dancing on a pin
they dance
the body
is a book
of matches
a little fire
is required
of this kindling flame
Ohio Blue Tip Strike Anywhere
strike me
anywhere
the body
is a hallway
of mirrors
you have to jump
and a net will appear
you can see
there are so many of us
here
breaking
is the one thing
we all fear
breaking is the one thing
break it down
break me down like the quiet part of a song
the body
is an apple
on a tree
the body
is an apple
on the very first tree
ripe
round
forbidden
ripe
round
shake it down
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same old question
without words
so familiar
seldom heard
if i answer
i confess
i am only
just a guess
and with my eyes
it's hard to see
with my ears
it's hard to believe that
if I ever lose my will to live
it was me that I could not forgive
there's no savior hanging on this cross
it isn't suffering we fear but loss
this is closer than i ever came
just a burning moth without a flame
isaac's knife can
cut away
all the poisoned
yesterdays
and the anger
ease it down
into the ocean
let it drown
as far as east is
from the west
i let you go
i know it's best
and my answer to the years of strife
is the way I choose to live my life
there's no savior hanging on this cross
it isn't suffering you fear but loss
when there's no one else around to blame
you're a burning moth without a flame
maybe i should take your face tonight
let you see yourself in a different light
if i were to take your place tonight
wouldn't Jesus be surprised
there's no savior hanging on this cross
it isn't suffering we fear but loss
this is closer than I ever came
just a burning moth without a flame
it's an offer that you can't refuse
it's a trophy that you'll want to lose
but you'll do anything
you're a burning moth without a flame
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it makes a difference
when you walk through a room
with that worrisome smile
road weary perfume
but this isn't the place
and it isn't the time
for this beautiful delusion
that is robbing me blind
i want to know
i want to know
will it make a difference
when i go
it makes a difference
that i'm feeling this way
with plenty to think about
and so little to say
except for this confession
that is poised on my lips
i'm not letting go of God
I'm just losing my grip
i want to know
i want to know
will it keep you guessing
when i go
what is a love
if the love's not my own
this is not my home
this is lonely
but never alone
i just want to hold you
in my gaze for awhile
so i can remember
every line around your smile
then i want to know
i want to know
will it make a difference
when I go
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