1. |
Alright
04:49
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sun finally came
slid into my jeans
sleepwalked the streets
streets I'd never seen
suddenly it's gonna be alright
something cool to drink
pressed against my skin
she gave me my change
couldn't remember where I'd been
suddenly it's gonna be alright
free fall feels right
when no one gets hurt
I dig where I land
fingernails need dirt
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2. |
Butterfly Kiss
04:00
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nothing happens here
just gray
if wisteria is dead wood in winter
or blue manna in May
the sky looks just the same
the sky looks just the same
she's running away, anything but stay
she's losing her way, so far gone today
everything grows here
but her
if hawthorns are blooming white
or black and red against the snow
she still looks just the same
she still looks just the same
she's running away, anything but stay
she's losing her way, so far gone today
she never looks too far ahead
can't see the future looming over her
she watches butterflies bursting on the windshield
and thanks God she's still alive
'cause nothing matters but now
nothing matters but now
she can see butterflies bursting all around her
every color on the rainbow exploding in the sky
she's covered in butterfly kisses
she says, blow me a butterfly kiss
blow me one, yellow and red
blow me a butterfly kiss
blow me one, before I'm gone
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3. |
Tipping Texas
05:47
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one step too far
too fast, your car
three words I spoke
four days ago
I don't wanna be the one to leave
I don't wanna be the one to stay
I don't wanna be the one to cry
I don't wanna be the one to say . . . goodbye
I dreamt last night
in black and white
you swam the deep end
came back again
you shut the door
cut to the core
I did not care
I was not there
I don't wanna be the one to leave
I don't wanna be the one to stay
I don't wanna be the one to cry
I don't wanna be the one to say . . . goodbye
honestly, if it was up to me we'd build the perfect machine
reality, on bended knee, we'd tip the whole damn thing
and forget, forget, there was ever you and me
just forget, forget, the day we met
one step too far
too fast, your car
three words I spoke
four days ago
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4. |
Mercurial
04:28
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here come the loyalists
commanding the steeple tops
here come the history makers
oh, Jesus, it never stops
I don't wanna give 'em my son
when life's so cheap it's sold by the ton
'cause empire building's never done
when freedom looks like God with a gun
here come the angry ones
they're making their lists again
here come the holy ones
it's always been us and them
I don't wanna give 'em my son
when life's so cheap it's sold by the ton
'cause empire building's never done
when freedom looks like God with a gun
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Mary Beth Kite, vocals
Matt Kite, guitar
Gibson Kite, drums
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