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Be Silent, Mr. Brain
03:11
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Stretching the morning over the day
You didn’t hear it when I told you to stay
Let those thoughts drift away
Let those thoughts drift away
I’ve been watching the ants crawl by
And I wonder, and I wonder, and I wonder
Who paints the sky?
And I wonder, and I wonder, and I wonder
Who paints the sky?
Mr. Brain, will you be silent
Some of your words are just to violent
Those colored thoughts inside my mind
Can just be seen with eyes closed wide
I’ve been watching the grass turn dry
And I wonder, and I wonder, and I wonder
Who paints the sky?
And I wonder, and I wonder, and I wonder
Who paints the sky?
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Breeze
04:00
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Only the sun knows how to save me,
Reminds me: there’s a light that we all share
And all that matters are the blue skies
And your voice, that sounds through the air
Oh
...and the wind blows
Oh
...and the wind blows
Only the sun knows how to safe me
A warmth, that will always be there
There’s nothing waiting, nothing’s calling,
And no, nothing is fair
Oh
...but the wind blows
Oh
...and the wind blows
Can I hold your hand?
Can I hold your
Can I hold your
Can I hold your hand?
Can I hold your
Can I hold your
Can I hold your hand?
Can I hold your
Can I hold your
Can I hold your hand?
Until the very end
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3. |
End Of The World
03:50
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My baby’s making pancakes in the kitchen
Sunday-sun just hits differently
And the sirens howling over the land
Today sound like trumpets in a reggae band
Oh, what a champagne-breakfast-bbq-beach-day
It’s the end of the world and I feel ok
The hounds of hell are running free
Smoke fills the air it’s getting hard to see
But I’m breathing in the midday-air
Yeah, I’m still sitting in my rocking chair
No, that doesn’t mean that I have given up the fight
But it’s the end of the world and I feel alright
I can’t be bothered to get up
Can’t be bothered to give up
Sun is shining in my face
This is one of the better days
The flood has washed away the street
I’m leaning on your shoulder listening to your heartbeat
Immortal moment on an infinite day
Now nothing can take my breath away
We sit up on the roof with the last bottle of red wine
It’s the end of the world, and I’m feeling fine
I can’t be bothered to get up
Can’t be bothered to give up
Sun is shining in my face
This is one of the better days
Cracks appear up in the sky
Stars still sparkle in your eyes
For some things it’s too early, and for others too late
It’s the end of the world, and I’m feeling great
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