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High Flight
02:16
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"Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds, – and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of – wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air…"
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My hand fades into the darkness of my bedroom
As I lie awake thinking of you
People's voices seem to echo in pain
'Cause I'm in pain
Staring out the window, watching the rain coming in
And oh, it's coming in
My hand fades into the darkness of my bedroom
As I fall asleep dreaming of you
Listening to the rain fall on the roof to hide my tears
And I don't need you
But maybe I do
But I don't know
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Wensleydale
04:05
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How long does it take for everything to break and go away?
For me to feel new
To keep me awake
And I don't pretend what's happening to me
When everything is falling apart
And I miss you when we are barely apart
What would I do when I have to restart?
When I go away, it's a chance to be new
But that's what they all say
Truthfully, I've been worse without you
And I don't pretend what's happening to me
When everything is falling apart
Even though I'm the only one who ever sees
That it's really happening to me
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The Sky On Fire
02:27
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Old Haunt
03:22
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We have seen better days
We don't talk anymore
It's dark, we liked it that way
When we'd sleep on the floor
My conscious called in sick
And I know I never had it
My conscious called in sick
Have you seen all the ways that I walk through the door?
Pull my head from your gaze
I know you loved me before
My conscious called in sick
And I know I never had it
My conscious called in sick
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My room smells like stale beer and memories I won't forget
I wonder in my awkward thoughts maybe what you're doing
Or if you're thinking of me too?
Shotgunning beers 'till we're both falling backwards
Talking about your family or that guy flirting with your friend
But we both know he couldn't get her
My self-esteem's about six feet under but you boost me up
All I want is your embrace
But its impermanence caused this addiction
I know it's snowing outside but I can't cut my arms off
I'm not that strong yet
I'm not that strong yet
Sitting on the roof
Tattered Vans, your dad's sweat shirt, and high ambitions
Let's look at the stars and talk about how life sucks
And how I think you're kind of cute
My self-esteem's about six feet under but you boost me up
All I want is your embrace
But its impermanence caused this addiction
I know it's snowing outside but I can't cut my arms off
I'm not that strong yet
I'm not that strong yet
My love, I'll paint the world with the color of your eyes
I built these bridges out of metal so that they'd never burn
'Cause wood's just not reliable, I swear that you'll never learn
You'll never learn
"Up, up the long, delirious burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or ever eagle flew –
And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God"
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