1. |
Lost
02:44
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I looked in your eyes
and I got lost in the time.
I got lost in our past.
Then I went home,
I lost everything about that night.
I remember nothing about that night.
Your hair and the curls it wore,
wore deep into my purposeless walk through
winding streets, with puddled curbs.
I savored those last moments at the bus stop.
Early morning.
You're worth more.
You're worth my everything.
Your hair and the curls it wore,
wore deep into me.
I looked in your eyes.
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2. |
Hemispheres
02:36
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You promised me the last time we met
that you'd never write a song cursing my name.
You'd treat this like a movie that ended wrong.
All wrong.
It's not your fault, not anyone's.
I think we both just got wrapped up in something.
Looks like we could not shrug off the Hemispheres Slump
with these heavy hearts.
You write songs but what else do you do?
What other people do you care about?
You've got a dull tongue,
and the fear of waking up alone.
Play through these words until we meet again.
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Leave
02:59
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There's something that's wrong with me.
I try to say I'm sorry,
look down at the table,
look back up at you.
We're back where we started.
I still don't understand.
It's not that I don't want to.
You've only got one way to explain this
and I've already heard it twenty fucking times.
But I don't want to leave yet.
I don't want to leave yet.
Can you tell it again?
I don't want to leave yet.
There's something that's wrong with you.
You try to dab your eyes,
look down at the table,
look back up at me.
We're back where we started.
If only I could understand.
You tell me you care about me. Perfect.
Why must I be patient?
What am I waiting for?
Why can't I just leave now?
I don't want to leave yet.
Should I call this end for us?
I don't want to leave yet.
There's something that's wrong with me.
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4. |
Bones
03:12
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How can I get better
when there are still these things that I remember about you?
Those days before I met her
I was just this shell of ice and sardonic confusion.
Her voice it changes in the night.
It felt like she wore it just for me.
When she grabbed my arm and pressed to my side,
I wanted to remember all the gently falling snow,
the hum of street lights, and the way my heart was
racing to this ending.
Should I write those off as better times?
Did I miss the indifference of loneliness at all?
How can I get better
when there are still these things that I remember about you?
The days after it ended
I was a frame of bones with thin illusions of a future.
Should I write those off as better times?
Did I miss the indifference of loneliness at all?
The indifference of this loneliness at all?
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No Lenox Chicago, Illinois
No Lenox is the mostly solo work of Chris Trott.
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