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Growing Pains
05:08
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You were born in a hospital room,
where the snow covered trees
not yet in bloom.
You let out all your crying for this:
that the world you had known
you’d soon forget.
You had played in the garden in spring,
but the footprints told not
of where you’d been.
You would travel to places afar,
while the trees bloomed
and colored the yard.
It was autumn, the leaves soon would fall,
in the garden where your dreams
stood so tall.
There was work to be done.
There was work to be done,
and you’d wished you had never
grown at all.
How could a life worth living differ from this?
As time pushed us forward, we thought there was something to miss.
How could a life worth living differ from this?
We lost all our moments we had in our midst.
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Fall
03:44
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Fall, keep me safe
‘til the winter,
‘til the snow.
I live and breathe and follow leaves to the earth
that I call home.
I call it home.
The people here,
they’re not so bad.
The army for some
and papers for the young,
a baby for the lady
and a suitcase for the man.
All of life holds its place in time.
They live and breathe and follow leaves to the earth
that they call home.
They call it home.
Some people still
need a hand.
Hearts torn in two
over age that can’t last,
and time will keep living
while all of us turn to ash.
All of life holds its place in time.
We live and breathe and follow leaves to the earth
that we call home.
We call it home.
But you and I were always there;
beneath the clouds, beneath the sky, beyond our time.
Take your time.
I’ll be here;
I’ll be here.
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3. |
Borrowed Time
04:58
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Borrowed time;
tomorrow never knows we're on our way.
Carry the fire,
the fire that gives light to the day.
Daylight is stale,
moments fade away when evening comes.
Look around,
ever is no time at all, we knew at once.
If only my heart were stone.
The ground beneath our feet it never dies.
It holds us up like statues to the sky.
Until the end of time, it watches us go by.
The earth remains with time.
Sullen ash,
the gray that binds the light before our eyes.
Circumstance,
a word that's hanging all above my head.
If only my heart were stone.
The ground beneath our feet it never dies.
It holds us up like statues to the sky.
Until the end of time, it watches us go by.
The earth remains with time.
Did God ever speak in the face of your enemies,
or did they cease to be?
A whisper may stir the dirt ever softly,
or bring a man to his knees.
The ground beneath our feet it never dies.
It holds us up like statues to the sky.
Until the end of time, it watches us go by.
The earth remains with time.
It's in the deep glens,
in the mountains,
where man has never been.
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4. |
(Leaving) Glory
03:15
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I know your mistress lies her head upon your shoulder
in a bed we used to share when we were younger.
But even though I know this place is long gone,
I still remember every place we wandered.
You hung your lies between my ears
and walked across them
like a tightrope til you fell.
Every tear and every scar
left a mark upon my heart
that held me down until you...
I feel your shame in every breath you take,
hidden by the lust that took my life away.
But I have seen the rain from on high,
where thunder strikes and mountains kiss the sky.
But maybe there's a God above
who reaches out to all of us
and pulls at every lever left inside;
a Savior that will rip apart
the darkness that I've tried to sell
to eyes of those who walk about the night.
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5. |
Trails In The Snow
05:22
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Did you hear the gentle sound,
or did the snowfall wash it out?
The whispered words, the wind in the air,
the solemn echo of a voice once there.
That everyone who knew could hear.
Leaves fall down, meet the dirt.
When the snow comes it blankets the earth.
Still we breathe, full of air,
a chilling wind from before we were here.
The breath of one we could not endear.
The will that was left
was written for the ones who wept,
by an eloquent ghost
who found us making trails in the snow.
As we stood beneath the stars,
the weather grasped us and made us who we are.
Spring will come, life will abound,
we'll reminisce about a voice we’d once found.
My body will seek rest in the ground.
The will that was left
was simply written for the ones who wept,
by an eloquent ghost
who found us making trails in the snow.
He found us making trails in the snow.
We’re always making trails in the snow.
We’re all making trails in the snow.
(Live and breathe and we
follow leaves to thee
trails in the snow.)
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