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Becoming
02:52
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Steven:
Empty; hate channels in easy
A chosen, nearing, aged ark
You escape
Our open claims are essence
I double down on truth again
Come in for tea, or tease the only light in me
Be here, eloquent and strange
Veering every decision far and away
Being entered and divided
quite like effigies are
eternally resting
effectively leaving home
the home our essense
I double down on truth again
Come in for tea, or tease the only light in me
Be here, elope Ivy
With Eden then we descend
Lauren:
T H E E C H O N E A R U S R O A R S
I W A N T T O B E L O V E D
B E N D F O R E S T F L O O R S
I W A N T T O B E L O V E D
Both:
THE ECHO NEAR US ROARS I WANT TO BE LOVED
BEND FOREST FLOORS I WANT TO BE LOVED
I WANT TO BE LOVED
I WANT TO BE LOVED
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2. |
Navigate
03:40
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Lauren:
I reach for air
Grapple the end
Words say nothing
Bring me a cleanse
My heart will stop
When it does
Hold my love
Or drop it
I reach for air
Grapple the end
Words say nothing
Bring me a cleanse
My heart will stop
When it does
Hold my love
Or drop it
Steven:
I realign to change how i preform care
Grab and pull me, Athena; my friend
Worries sensation hold nothing
A bothered ringing stream we call a lens
Miles of harm. Articulate but willingly stop
Went to the pit filled with doves
Hope and death might be alive
But order drags us to the pit
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3. |
Forlorn
04:35
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I am searching for what I thought I found in your compassion
I am searching for what I thought I found in your love
I am searching for what I thought I found in your soul
I am searching for the Lily of the valley
Walking over sorrel, didn't even notice it was there
grazed by vetch, clovers of white, saffron and Scarlett pimpernel,
the orchids of my primrose blend in with the air
but they rot at my meadow sweet and all the thorns of which I'm constantly aware
I am searching for what I thought I found in your presence
I am searching for what I thought I had in your shadow
I am searching for all that I lost when you left
I am searching for the Lily of the valley
Cause by my Indian jasmine, or is it from Carolina
an abulon fell on the aloe, growing on dying hawthorn; a grapevine of
pencil leaf geranium, lavender gained in my actions
moss grew near a pink rose but there weren't any other flowers
I am searching for what can only be found in my compassion
I am searching for what can only be found in my love
I am searching for what what can only be found in my soul
I am searching for the Lily of the valley
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4. |
Garden Life
02:51
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"The blue I see may not be yours too.
But the blues I feel may be ours."
"Whose?
You know the paint on the walls of this room fade."
"Your right I guess I do."
"I'm not sure I can say the same."
All I know is I'm searching
For a garden life
Enjoy the canyons
Don't worry when the flowers die
Mind the birds
And realize our wants
On growing and seeking
On doing: for love
"But what if the lights cut out?"
"And?"
"You know the colors change when the sun doesn't touch the land."
"But nothing is different in shadow, It all stays the same."
All I know is I'm searching
For a garden life
Enjoy the canyons
Don't worry when the flowers die
Mind the birds
And realize our wants
On growing and seeking
On doing: for love
"But what if there's nothing,
At the beginning or end."
"I don't think we're here to answer that,
Just continue and breath"
"I know I'm just so scared,
Of a world where that's the truth."
"So am I."
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