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hidden in the moment
02:12
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well, we sat and waited on the hillside
for the feeling to come back.
and it took me a long time,
but i realize now
that every night when the sun goes down,
and my mind stops spinning,
there's a peace that's hidden in the moment
softly singing songs so sweet inside my head
that bring me closer to home
than i have ever been.
and on tuesday i thought i'd found it:
a new beginning with drink in hand.
but in the midst of a crowded room
i felt more alone than i have ever been
now, breeze whispers through leaves and grassblades
clouds cut through halos of city light
and i know that i will be alright.
because there's a peace that's hidden in the moment
softly singing songs so sweet inside my head
that bring me closer to home
than i have ever been
and ever will be again.
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whatever i said
03:06
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i'm taking back whatever i said.
you drank my wine
and took the good side of my bed.
you tore my favorite t-shirt,
and left the dog outside unfed
so i'm taking back whatever i said.
the leaves fall down
the sky bleeds red
over the home we tried to build
but wrecked instead.
the trust i gave you is as worthless
as a needle without thread
so i'm taking back whatever i said.
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i said what?!
01:09
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my home
03:59
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my home sits at the bottom of a hill
that's ten plus years and two thousand miles away,
and i have been removed for so long
that i couldn't find its place in reality.
and my best friend is the concept of
an idea of a person
that i once met in a dream,
and my waking life is only a mirror image of what i see when i'm asleep,
so i'm just not sure anymore what is or isn't real to me.
but me and you sat beneath the same moon
on christmas eve
and i didn't say a thing.
but maybe i'll wake when the day breaks
its curse on this night with a beam of sunlight.
because my waking life is only a mirror image of what i see when i'm asleep,
so i'm just not sure what is or isn't real to me.
and i left you in carolina,
all blue and wrapped up in my schemes
without a clue as to what it all could mean.
oh, please let this be a dream.
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when i leave home
03:28
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when i leave home again,
there will be plenty of letters to send
and calls to make.
behind the words that lie therein
will be plenty of truth to bend
and sentiment to fake.
and since reality cuts sharp,
i'm sure that you'll prefer this
to the numbness in my heart.
make sure my dog gets fed
and don't forget to walk him
at least once every day.
and if you happen across my promises,
in the upper right-hand corner
please pen in the current date.
because reality cuts sharp
and i'm sure that you'll prefer this
to the numbness in my heart,
so turn your thoughts back to our start
and convince yourself it's working --
that that's still where we are.
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eleven seventeen Austin, Texas
atx by way of boulder by way of busan by way of atx
photo credit: indy randhawa
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