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10<3
02:10
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10<3 (Binary Love)
I’ve fallen in love with a computer screen
And I know that that might sound insane
Of course it’s just a trick, a thousand quick pictures of you
Fused together to make a human in my brain
The keys on my keyboard that spell out your name
Are slightly more worn than the rest
And when my phone vibrates in my pocket it’s in tune
With the infections that live inside my chest
I’ve fallen in love with a computer screen
One that’s never gonna love me back
When we’re holding hands, I try to squeeze to feel it’s real
And the glass on my phone starts to crack
If there’s someone on the other end not like the person in my head
Then where the hell does that leave me?
A beating heart, blood, bone and muscle, a life and a family
Can’t all fit inside of my computer screen.
Why do I feel empathy for your mp3s?
How do you take up so much storage in my memories?
You’re a mixture of pixels and sound bites
That I cannot seem to delete
Is what I feel the same, is it still love with slightly different paint
Or all a fabricated experience. When you
Whisper secrets in my speakers and stare at me through a camera lens
Honestly I cannot tell the difference
There’s no hope in this hard drive or dopamine in this machine
Just wire and electricity
If you’re the 1 then I’ve got 0 chance, but I guess that makes me lucky cause
Love is not that binary
If you’re the 1 then I’ve got 0 chance, but I guess that makes me lucky cause
Love is not that binary
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Casualty
04:18
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Casualty
I don’t need to watch the sun come up,
I can live without dancefloors and drugs
I don’t want to be a casualty
Seems safer to stay at home and fall asleep
But when I see the orange fight against the blue
How could anything be sweeter than watching the sunrise with you
Once more, for the first time
Makeshift fires and cheap red wine
Five short hours
Where we remember what its like to be alive
Coloured light globes, grey smoke
Fold out chairs around a table of oak
Stretching out my time
Spent this close to hope
But I don’t need to watch the sun come up,
I can live without dancefloors and drugs
I don’t want to be a casualty
Seems safer to stay at home and watch TV to me
But when I see the orange fight against the blue
How could anything be sweeter than watching the sunrise with you
The night moves, outside
Trying to get away from all the carbon monoxide
We’ll make tightropes out of power lines
And find somewhere new to hide
Concrete and streetlights,
Like a tar black back to the star stained sky
Silence, of the city kind
Is all I think I needed tonight
It was in my lungs but it was gone before the start,
Passed right by my brain and headed for the heart
The facts will fade but I’ll still hold the part
That passed right by my brain and headed for the heart
I don’t need to watch the sun come up,
I could live without dancefloors and drugs
I don’t want to be a casualty
Though I know it’s coming round eventually
Cause when I see the orange fight against the blue
How could anything be sweeter than watching the sunrise with you
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3. |
Girls Who Fly
04:06
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Girls Who Fly
She was sitting on the cliff edge swinging limbs over the water
With the light just rotating by
She’d never claim to be an angel, but when I saw her
I knew I’d met a girl who could fly
And she said: The world seems simpler from up high,
Nothing in your mind except the sea and the sky, so…
Let’s float away in a balloon
We could find a basement or a backroom
These aimless things I’ll always do
To spend another millisecond with you
Let’s turn the volume down
And let the world fade out
I’m terrified of flying and I’m sure this is not what I want
Cause it's going to kill me when I land
But I can’t help these words that bubble up and form a different song
To the one that I had planned
And it says: While the sun is out it’s warm
There’s not enough clouds round here to form a storm, so…
Let’s float away in a balloon
We could find a basement or a backroom
These aimless things I’ll always do
To spend another millisecond with you
Let’s turn the volume down
And let the world fade out
Let’s float away in a balloon
We could find a basement or a backroom
These aimless things I’ll always do
To spend another millisecond with you
I’d float away in a balloon
To spend another millisecond with you
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4. |
Waves
03:50
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Waves
Attention passengers
And cabin crew
This is your captain speaking
Crash landing
Stay inhaling oxygen
I heard that’s good for you
Try and remind yourself
You are not drowning
And that shaking sensation you’re feeling is normal
There’s no ground beneath you but don’t worry you are not falling
I am losing control
It comes and goes
It comes and goes
In waves
I am losing control
In waves
This shaking sensation you’re feeling is normal
There’s no ground beneath you but don’t worry you are not falling
The Earth is not turning
Inertia is relative
So though this momentum seems so certain
Your feet stand perfectly still
I am losing control
It comes and goes
It comes and goes
In waves
I am losing control
In waves
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5. |
Eye of the Storm
04:22
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Eye of the Storm
The silence starts once more
As all my thoughts are caught in the underwater pull of her warmth.
Her hair over my shoulder stops the world from getting any colder
And for a moment she’s holding my breath.
I breathe out and the weekend whirlwinds by
And neither one of us wants to be the one to say goodbye.
So only mist drips out between our lips
And the wind sleeps underneath my skin.
Is this a tornado or a hurricane?
This is my home but we’re not in Kansas anymore.
This feeling found us surrounded by lightning and rain
You are my eye of the storm.
She had a dream we died last night
She was clutching me and neither of us woke up
The sound of garbage trucks shifting in the middle distance
Underscored the half time feel of her tears on the floor
Is this a tornado or a hurricane?
This is my home but we’re not in Kansas anymore.
This feeling found us surrounded by lightning and rain
You are my eye, you are my eye of the storm.
Is this a tornado or a hurricane?
This wind sounds like home, and I think that’s what’s driving me insane
This feeling found us surrounded by lightning and rain
And every time I end up beside her it feels like I’m leaving again.
She said “Keep your mouth closed, hold my breath
Don’t trust the weatherman, take one more step.”
She said “Keep your mouth closed, hold my breath
Don’t trust the weatherman, take one more step.”
As howling doubt creeps in on the south wind
Surrounded by houses all lost in the clouds
When out from the crowd, the heartbeat I adore
And finally the silence starts once more.
Is this a tornado or a hurricane?
This is my home but we’re not in Kansas anymore.
This feeling found us surrounded by lightning and rain
You are my eye of the storm.
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6. |
New Years
03:44
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New Years
I woke up on the wrong side of the room
Alone, in the afternoon just like I used to
The calendar says April, it’s been like that since May
Maybe I should get up and turn the page
It’s far too late to get started now
I’m just waiting for New Year’s Eve to come around
Maybe next year I’ll be better in love
Won’t blame myself, won’t hurt anyone
Guess I'll see how it goes.
I have not missed being in love
But I am still breathing too much
I’m losing weight like I’m losing sleep
Yea, nah, I’ll be alright mate, these cuts are just skin deep.
It’s far too late to get started now
I’m just waiting for New Year’s Eve to come around
Maybe next year I’ll be better in love
Won’t hurt myself, won’t blame anyone
I’ve made myself a list of resolutions
I hope I stick to these ones but I am only human
Maybe next year I’ll be better at love
Won’t hurt myself, won’t blame anyone
Guess I’ll see how it goes
What do I know
I’m just gonna see how it goes
Fuck it, at least I got hope
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