1. |
Blood on your hands
06:05
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cold night
running feet
gunshots
voices scream
face down in the sand
blood on your hands
life slowly ebbing away
with the money you pay
hot night
music beat
ecstacy
loving dream
sirens wail
in the night
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2. |
Ghost of a love
06:37
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the ghost of a love
haunts me with you
chases me through the day
leaves me soulless
during my nights
seers my mind with the stain
I wanna go back back
to the days I used to have
to the love I used to have
to the days I used to have
lord give me rest
from the labours of my mind
lord buy me time
lay this soul to rest
lord give me rest!
from the labours of my mind!
lord buy me time
lay this soul to rest
faceless names
haunt my dreams of you
daylight it crumbles into night
shadows take flight
and the darkness screams
of the love that used to be
faithless words
crush my love for you
heart of darkness
lies within me
the past it crawls
with memories
memories that linger on
and on
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3. |
Black velvet
05:42
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I was walking through
he was talking to
feel the sunshine on my face
feel the sun shine on and on
shine on shine on
black velvet
wraps around me
keeps the heat
of the night deep inside me
deep inside me
which way ought I to go?
down that long and lonesome road?
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4. |
Pohutukawa
05:56
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thin red needles
being swept away
soft red needles
no longer at your feet
time is blowing them through
thoughts that wander to you
lay the carpet
blowing in the breeze
lonely winter
she lies naked to the sea
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twiddling my thumbs
again
movement keeps us all
sane
distraction please
action cease
chewing the crumbs of pain
it's going now
can't you see how
the hand takes charge across the dial
life the universe
and everything
his hands his face oh
how they sing
skimming smooth stones
some more
looking to find a score
fingertips
through the sand
hole engulf my hand
it's flat and grey
swing away
let it ripple 'cross the shore
life the universe
and everything
his words his speech
oh
how they ring
how they sing
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6. |
Where are we?
02:20
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Where are we?
To find to see.
The sun it rises,
Oh so high.
If it should rain,
Let it today
Fill our red veins,
Let let the trees sway.
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