1. |
Three Blind Mice
03:24
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She lies in bed, rests on things unsaid,
On this cold, autumn day.
She knows she’s denying, but she don’t want this dying,
So she lies, as if there’s nothing to say.
He goes to work in his button down shirt,
Though his heart it begs him to stay.
He knows he’s denying, but he don’t want this dying
So he leaves as if, there’s nothing to say
And I go, I go, I go, I go into the gray
Where she loves in the black, and in the red she turns away
And I go, I go, I go, I go into the gray
Your just two blind mice, pretending to know the way
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
He drives his car through his hidden highway
Thinks he’ll leave his clouds behind,
He thinks he’s got her, oh she thinks that she’s smarter
But nobody knows his mind
Oh she’s confused, she don’t know what to choose,
And for this forest she’s always pined.
She thinks she knows him, oh she thinks that she owes him
But nobody knows his mind
I go, I go, I go, I go into the gray
Where she loves in the black, and in the red she turns away
And I go, I go, I go, I go into the gray
Your just two blind mice, pretending to know the way
Oh in the red, we were going to bed,
And in the blue, she hides from what’s true
In the green, I know you never say what you mean
And in the black I know I’m not going back
But in the gray I’m afraid she might stay,
Oh you’ll keep her in the blue if she stays with you
I go, I go, I go, I go into the gray
Where she loves in the black, and in the red she turns away
And I go, I go, I go, I go into the gray
We’re just three blind mice, pretending to know the way
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2. |
Winter's Sting
02:39
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A storm is coming down; ground is shaking in this old town
Built a fire to warm the sound, of your winter tears that are coming down
I heard a mocking bird say darling don’t repeat the things you’ve heard
Say nothing in this life lasts forever, not even our bad weather
But winter’s coming in, and your warmth is wearing thin
There’s a hurt to this town, when the cold comes around
So put your heart in, hibernation, and live in isolation
Till we wake up in the spring, till we make up and forget winter’s sting
Strung out on the kitchen floor, the fire won’t heat his body no more
He’s like an itch that I’ve been aching to scratch; he’s like an Indian summer,
I know it won’t last.
Cause winter’s coming in, and your warmth is wearing thin
There’s a hurt to this town, when the cold comes around
So put your heart in, hibernation, and live in isolation
Till we wake up in the spring, till we make up and forget
Till we wake up in the spring, till make up and forget winter’s sting
Till we wake up in the spring, till we make up and forget
Till we wake up in the spring, till we make up and forget winter’s sting
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3. |
Stripping Me Bare
03:44
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Say these hands they don’t, look like my own
I’ve never seen them lie, all alone
He says I know his mind, all too well
He’s got one foot in heaven, one hand in hell
His lungs they ache, for a breath of fresh air
But he’s burning them up, yea he’s stripping them bare
And every Friday night, when we’re sitting playing truth or dare
Oh he’s burning me up yea; he’s stripping me bare
His lungs they ache for fresh air, but his cold weather toxic heart,
I know it just don’t care
His love is something real rare; he’s got a sneaky kind of selfish
I know, it never treats me fair
Oh oh, oh oh oh , oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Says he’s a tortured soul, well my soul, he tortured and stole,
Away, how’d we get so far away, from our perfect start?
He said he’d never hurt my heart, like this
What fine print did I miss?
Cause I let him paint his red walls, and smoke his cigarettes
I let him win our petty brawls, over philosophical bets
But he still goes on
His lungs they ache for fresh air, but his cold weather toxic heart,
I know it just don’t care
His love is something real rare; he’s got a sneaky kind of selfish
I know, it never treats me fair
Oh oh, oh oh oh , oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
His lungs they ache, for a breath of fresh air
But he’s burning them up, yea he’s stripping them bare
And every Friday night, when we’re sitting playing truth or dare
He’s burning me up yea; he’s stripping me bare
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4. |
Child Of The Season
03:33
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What were we, just a game to play?
And what was he, just someone to pay,
Attention to you?
And what do you do, with your days?
Do you believe, the words you say,
To your friends anymore?
Oh we were grown, from winter’s arms
And winter’s bones and
Oh you have shown, that warm heart
Was not your own
Spent our lives in conversation,
Now were breaking down over a miscommunication
We Spent our day, just growing up
But those memories weren’t enough
There’s a change of season in the air
A change of heart a change that their,
Hibernating hand will find
He was born in the summer time
Oh we were grown, from winter’s arms
And winter’s bones
Oh you have shown, that warm heart
Was not, was not
We were grown, from winter’s arms
And winter’s bones and
Oh you have shown, that warm heart
Was not your own
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5. |
Sunday Driving
02:31
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Little pieces, of you
Scattered round the bedroom, littered round the saloon.
Little pieces, of your broken heart
Being cleaned up by the maid, who said she wished you’d stayed
You left, for the countryside, you left before I got to say,
Baby I’d like a ride
Oh we could go, Sunday driving,
My scarf in the air, my fingers through your hair
We could go Sunday driving,
Through the country side, for a little ride
Little china cups, set out for tea
But they’ll stay all alone, cause there’s no one home
I followed you, to the train tracks
Said I got to get away, I said it’s just a bad day
Little china cups, cleared up by the maid
Drown my sorrows in these teas, and captured memories
We could go, Sunday driving,
My scarf in the air, my fingers through your hair
And we could go Sunday driving,
Big sunglasses for me, leather gloves you feel so free
And we could go Sunday driving
My scarf in the air, my fingers through your hair
And we could go, Sunday driving
Through the country side, for a little ride
Darling, in my dearest dream
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6. |
Devil's December
04:13
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My days were getting cold; my soul was bought and sold
To that devil in red, oh he climbed into my bed
Said darling I’ll protect your bones, as if they were my own
Your days were getting dark, so you threw away your heart
To that devil in red, oh he climbed into your bed
Said darling I’ll protect your lungs, as if they were my only ones
Sing me to sleep, sing me to sleep, and hold my heart, let that devil weep
They say that fire is his only friend; oh you like to play pretend
My dear
Ooh ooh ooh
Lay me down, lay me down, and close my eyes, pull away my frown
Oh you were my only friend, Guess you like to play pretend
My dear
Ooh ooh ooh
You’re sitting in his car, the radio is playing and you feel so far
Away from the rest of your tired day
He it makes you feel alive, you lick your lips say darling drive
I’m sitting in a park; it’s four o’clock but its getting dark
Just another winter day, you wrote me a letter to say
You apologize, for all your little lies
Sing me to sleep, sing me to sleep, and hold my heart, let that devil weep
They say that fire is his only friend; oh you like to play pretend
My dear
Ooh ooh ooh
Lay me down, lay me down, and close my eyes, pull away my frown
Oh you were my only friend, Guess you like to play pretend
Oh you were my only friend, Guess you like to play pretend
Oh you were my only friend, Guess you like to play pretend
My dear
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7. |
Simplest Love Song
03:27
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My simplest love song, is letting me down
Won’t sway me to the rhythm, won’t let me forget the sound
Of my simplest love, twirling me around,
My simple darling, why’d you have to let me down?
Cause you’ve been changing all our simple times,
Now it’s not enough, to sing in rhyme, about you.
And you’ve been changing all our simple songs
Now I can’t sing along, without you
My simplest love song, is letting me down
Won’t sway me to the rhythm, won’t let me forget the sound
Of my simplest love, twirling me around,
My simple darling, why’d you have to come around?
And sing, que sera sera
Da da da da da
Without you, ooh ooh
Que sera sera,
Da da da da da
It’s about you, ooh ooh
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