1. |
Run
03:55
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counting dreams, holding on to them
precious as spider thread
sometimes it’s up to me
where they go, where dreams go
do i listen when they talk to me?
talk to me with hope
and put their heart fully in to my
shaking hands, shaking hands
fine words are often spoken
but words alone get nothing done
we all have faults and cracks
and a time to run, a time to run
power sits heavy on the heart
frightening and hard to take
and wishes come for giving it
all away, all away
fine words are often spoken
but words alone get nothing done
we all have faults and cracks
and a time to run, a time to run
knowing this is half the battle
we can do, or do nothing at all
fine words are often spoken
but words alone get nothing done
we all have faults and cracks
and a time to run, a time to run
in tired armour, tired armour
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2. |
In Oceans
04:20
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given a fair wind
given a dose of luck
we've many years to come
taking a bearing from the fields
show us where we’re all going wrong
if I'm a singer let me sing you songs
till I drop fast asleep tired but full to the top
this is our life and this our time
it's the simple things done with fire and meaning every word
it's breathing in deeper still
in oceans we can dwell
I'm painting pictures
the only way I know
bringing light and shade
leaving words of warmth and song
if that's alright with you
if I'm a writer I should write more words
till I drop fast asleep tired but full to the top
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3. |
Restless
05:50
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Off to the end, the last noble steps
Weather-beaten friends to this watching-man
Layers of blue, white, grey, mauve
bring so many thoughts as waves carry salt
distant foam crashing on the rocks
crushing any thought of calm out there
I could stare out for hours
at this restless sea
I could stare out for hours
as the ocean tosses my dreams around like the white trip boats in
the Sound
Surface swarm spreads, with the gusts close-in
Living on this edge must always be like this
Buoys cling on telling lies of permanence
Holding-fast for now , holding on for now
I could stare out for hours
at this restless sea
I could stare out for hours
as the ocean tosses my dreams around like the white trip boats in
the Sound
Off to the end, the last noble steps
Living on this edge must always be like this
I could stare out for hours
at this restless sea
I could stare out for hours
at this restless sea
I could stare out for hours
at this restless sea
I could stare out for hours
as the ocean tosses my dreams around like the white trip boats in
the Sound
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4. |
Look Around
03:52
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It’s so hard to not forget
to do my best through waves & tides
to find the love that so often hides
in stuff & worry and flight of sense
we can feel like the whole world is bearing down
we can see life as a fight to just work out
where to find all the answers
or just stop, open up and look around
vision blurs and time runs past
the meaning less than vibrant clear
nonsense builds documented fear
and nothing do we learn, and nothing do we hear
we can feel like the whole world is bearing down
we can see life as a fight to just work out
where to find all the answers
or just stop, open up and look around
let go, let go, heart is clouds and grasping
let go, let go, regroup the scattered
let go, let go, becalm the choppy waters
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