BINAURAL Lyrics Dunno the words? Check 'em here! 1) Breakerfall Ah. There's a girl on a ledge who's got nowhere to turn. Break her fall. Yeah, only love can break her fall. Fall. It's like she lost her invitation to the party on earth and she's standing
outside hating everyone here. Break her fall. Only love can break her fall. Yeah. Yeah fall. Blame the world. Break her fall. Break her fall. 2) God's Dice It's out of my hands making your hands meet. Designate my luck. Uh resignate. This power has no roots to guide. No role. Designate my will. My will is crashing. Synapses flashing slow. Roll them high. Throw them again. All god's dice. Monkey driven. Call this living? Ha. Ah, designate my life. 3) Evacuation The sirens scream wanton attention. Evacuation. Evacuation. Time to take leave all formal functions. It's like your waiting for a diamond shore to wash your way. Time for evacuation. Evacuation. Evacuation. Evacuation. There was a solemn man. Watched his twilight disappear. In the sand. Evacuation. Evacuation. Evacuation. Evacuation. Evacuation. Evacuation. Evacuation. Evacuation. Evacuation. Evacuation. Evacuation. Evacuation. Evacuation. Evacuation. Evacuation. Evacuation. Evacuation. 4) Light Years I've used hammers made out of wood. And wherever you've gone and wherever we might go. With heavy breath awakened regrets. And wherever you've gone and wherever we might go. And wherever you've gone and wherever we might go. 5) Nothing As It Seems Don't feel like home. He's a little out. It's nothing as it seems. The little that he needs. It's home. One uninvited chromosome. A blanket like the ozone. It's nothing as it seems. All that he needs. It's home. Saving up a sunny day. Something maybe two tone. It's nothing as it seems. The little that he needs. It's home. 6) Thin Air There's a light, when my baby's in my arms. Byzantine is reflected in our pond. It's not in my past to presume. Take it on, on, on, on, on. There's a light when my baby's in my arms. |
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7) Insignificance
All in all it's no one's fault. Excuses turn to carbon walls. The full moon is dead skin. The one down here's wearing thin. Bombs dropping down overhead. On the ground. "Turn the jukebox up," he said. Dancing in irreverence. The plates began to shift. Perfect lefts come rolling in. Bombs dropping down overhead. Underground. Feel like resonance of distance. In the blood the iron lies. It's instilled to want to live. 8) Of The Girl Oh he deals them off of the top. Ties them off. Oh he left it alone drilled the pain with money to buy. How he makes his getaway. How he makes his getaway. Oh he chose a path. Heavy the fall. Quarter to four. How he makes his getaway. How he makes his getaway. 9) Grievance Have a drink they're buying. Big eye, big eye watching me. Pull the innocent from a crowd. For every tool they lend us a loss of independence. I pledge my grievance to the flag. Progress. Taste it. Invest it all. Break the innocent when they're proud. Pledge your grievance to the flag. Have a, have a drink, drink. Have a, have a drink, drink. I want to breathe part of the scene. 10) Rival (dog growl) All my rivals will see what I have in store. My gun. You're disciples are riddled with metaphors. Well hung. Every grain of sand equals all the stars around the world. How's our mother to damn these contributors. With mud. 11) Sleight Of Hand Routine was the theme. He'd wake up wash and pour himself into uniform. He was okay but wondering about wandering. Mondays were made to fall. Lost on a road he knew by heart. On a line of his own. Off the line of the side. Bye the by. When he reached the shore of his clip on world he resurfaced to the
norm. A time to dream to himself. He waves goodbye to his self. 12) Soon Forget Sorry is the fool who trades his soul for a corvette. That's one more time around. The sun is going down. Counts his money every morning. The only thing that keeps him horny. Sorry is the fool who trades his love for hi-rise rent. That's one more time around and there is not a sound. 13) Parting Ways Behind her eyes there's curtains and they've been closed to hide the
flames. Remains. Standing like a statue. A chin of stone a heart of clay. Hey. Drifting away. Drifting away. Drifting away. Away. Away. |
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