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Little Researcher
03:34
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Little researcher chart it all up,
Plot it on a graph of what you've found and all of the things you've seen,
From the insects to the stars, you collect them in a jar,
Where you've kept them all,
What if they're the same as what you are
Like Mother said, child, she said 'I love you, sure, but I don't know'
(She said 'I love you, sure')
Like Mother said, child 'The world is made of what you are',
'The world is made of what you are'
Sure as all our cells divide,
One day we ourselves will die, though we might not know why,
But child unfurl your sunken brow for we'll get older as from now,
So accept it all, It's not as if it matters anyhow
Like Mother said, child, she said 'I love you, sure, but I don't know'
(She said 'I love you, sure')
Like Mother said, child 'The world is made of what you are',
'The world is made of what you are'
Oooh these are just shadows of the leaves,
You can chase them if you need to,
But they still fall from the trees
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Fiction
03:22
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From sugar paper hearts through all the false starts
to Valentine's cards we bought but never earned
Not that I deserve all of your respect
Command it and I get it all that never works, I've learned
There's no time to find love inside these walls
Set the clocks to all chime but never reach their tocks
Did you ever stop to think that you're alive
Or that it won't be long before you up and die?
Was it a fiction because you lived a lie?
Just promise you're at home tonight
If I call you we'd try to work things out
We only make it worse,
and stories never end if everyone ignores each page after the first
So go and tell the children they're all on their own
So better act tough, better smart up, better get full grown
Did you ever stop to think that you're alive
Or that it won't be long before you up and die?
Was it a fiction because you lived a lie?
Just promise you're at home tonight
Did you ever stop to think that you're alive
Or that it won't be long before you up and die?
Was it a fiction?
You swore that I would be the last thing you wear
But if I come rushing back and you're not even there
Just promise you're alone tonight
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Cotton and Ink
04:27
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Pull the sheet across your shoulders, form a canvas of perfect scale
And I will draw onto your body a map in full detail
But with every mark I make I seem to cover what lies beneath
And once they've been made those lines can't be erased
'Til your body's been mapped and defined
Each attempt I make with these dilettante's hands isn't faithful enough
But as close as i'll ever get is a sketch that looks awkward and rough
But with every mark I make I seem to cover what lies beneath
And once they've been made those lines can't be erased
'Til your body's been mapped and defined
The cotton and ink won't even begin
To capture the grace that's wrapped up within
See those lines transform in time,
Though I can't get it
I'll be tracing lines 'til the map collapses,
I'll be tracing lines 'til the map collapses,
I'll be tracing lines 'til the map collapses or you do
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Love in the Mundane
03:25
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Gather all of our notes together, left on Post-its around our home,
An epistolary, called Love in the Mundane
In a series of purloined glances from the top of the page I'm pretending
to read I catch you smiling to yourself.
Remember that:
All the love that you take is borrowed and won't be yours to break
As long as there's someone who can make it go away
Pretend that we are all old and scrawny, like we were both drawn by Quentin Blake,
The shoes on our bedroom floor are dancing a waltz .
The autumn days we spent kicking acorns, the summer we spent indoors,
All the steps of our weekend dance, our attempts at romance
Remember that:
All the love that you take is borrowed and won't be yours to break
As long as there's someone who can make it go away
You kick the crutch from 'neath crippled heart
And all stupid things that we said at start
We're only disguise the words that we didn't know
All of the sentimental ruse you learned but but never get to use,
You said you don't know who to blame but love in the mundane.
There's no fall from high trapeze, and there's no begging on bended knees,
Just two sets of skin that feel the same in love in the mundane
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