1. |
In Hours of Fever
02:24
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Monster under the bed
It takes violent steps
It comes out in the dark
It's been here since I was ten
But I know combative words
I learned the best from her
We sing them every hour
Still wet from the shower
Monster please don't ever take my hand
Monster please don't ever take my hand
It came from a Great Lake
In a Michigan winter's haste
It stands in breaking waves
In snow and sleet and rain
But in hours of fever
I'll dream of it again
And in hours of fever
she will take my hand
Monster please don't ever take my hand
Monster please don't ever come back
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2. |
Punch Back
03:44
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Anna's in the corner and she says that she has nowhere to go
She's got a lip piercing that I don't know how to hold
And I think about her tattoos, the typos on her arm
and how my name well it ain't one, but it probably was
It's a senseless attack, honey you be sure to bite back
It's a senseless attack, honey you be sure to bite back
Don't write in love, don't write it wrong
Don't write in love, don't write me off
She thinks about her mother, how she said, "Well Anna, you've got teeth."
She thinks about our father and then she has another drink
Well her pillow is heavy, she can't breathe out
Anna's got a way of holding her head down
It's a senseless attack, honey you be sure to bite back
It's a senseless attack, honey you be sure to bite back
Don't write in love, don't write it wrong
Don't write in love, don't write me off
Anna's got teeth and she's sinking into me
Anna's got teeth and she's sinking into me
It's a senseless attack, honey you be sure to bite back
It's a senseless attack, honey you be sure to bite back
It's a senseless attack, honey you be sure to bite back
It's a senseless attack, honey punch punch back
Don't write in love, don't write it wrong
Don't write in love, don't write me off
Anna's got teeth and she's sinking into me
Anna's got teeth and she's sinking into me
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3. |
New Rome
02:49
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You are a new Rome and I'm how you love to dance
You've got a loose soul, could it be this lack of romance
I doubt her conviction, coming home,
she says I'm eating alone
She's got her high-tops, pickle sweet,
I guess I'm sleeping alone
You wouldn't dare to start a fire,
and I won't dare to leave it
Oh no I guess I'm leading the blind
Oh no why don't you leave me behind
You are a new Rome, a city safe in walls
and the greatest expectations they will never fall
And then I pull you apart, I guess I'm drinking alone
And then you pull me apart, I don't want to be alone
You wouldn't dare to start a fire, and I won't dare to leave it
Oh no I guess I'm leading the blind
Oh no why don't you leave me behind
Because you are New Rome, why don't you take me home?
You are New Rome, why don't you take me home?
You are a new Rome, why don't you take me home?
You are a new Rome, why don't you take me home,
so I can take you home?
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4. |
Surgery
03:15
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Be a bastard, be a verb
be an angel when it's deserved
I won't ever get picked apart
Vultures cannot touch me
Will I lose you in the smoke?
Leave my lungs in water,
I will sink to the bottom,
and I won't dare to breathe
Because I didn't ask for a surgery
I didn't ask for these golden lungs
and I can't wait for history
I'm needing something more
No I'm not dead yet, I just can't fucking breathe
and these gills they are failing
and I still cannot see
Will I ever be whole again?
Will I ever not be in three?
I will sink to the bottom,
tell my father I'm a goner
Because I didn't ask for a surgery
I didn't ask for these golden lungs
and I can't wait for history
I'm needing something more
Because I'm not dead yet
No I'm not dead yet
I'm not dead yet
Stitch me up and see
Be a bastard, be a verb
be an angel when it's deserved
and I won't ever get picked apart
Vultures cannot touch me
Because I didn't ask for a surgery
I didn't ask for these golden lungs
and I can't wait for history
I'm needing something more
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5. |
Satellite
03:50
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He is warfare
no indecision
With a killer eye
such precision
But she's an atom bomb
Hot coffee in the burning sun
Mid-American girl
Michigan's got your hand now
You can sleep all night
hold your hand to the fire
you can bleed for six days
and I look through the night
for a funeral pyre
shining bright and dark
And the Earth sways when I say to you,
"You make me whole."
And the Earth shakes when I pray for you,
because I'm alone
It's not a fair war
just a collision
when the heart aches
to communicate
But she's an atom bomb
an explosion in the burning sun
Mid-American girl
You are my god now
You can sleep all night
hold your hand to the fire
you can bleed for six days
and I look through the night
for a funeral pyre
shining bright and dark
And the Earth sways when I say to you,
"You make me whole."
And the Earth shakes when I pray for you,
because I'm alone
But you can be my satellite
You can be me satellite
Guide me home
Is it belief, or a collision
when he says, "Keep still for me,"
and it sounds like poetry?
You can sleep all night
hold your hand to the fire
you can bleed for six days
and I look through the night
for a funeral pyre
shining bright and dark
And the Earth sways when I say to you,
"You make me whole."
And the Earth shakes when I pray for you,
because I'm alone
But you can be my satellite
You can be me satellite
Guide me home
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