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We'll Figure It Out
03:27
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Stand by me
Oh, stand by my side
When darkness comes
We’ll figure it out
In due time
It’ll search us out
When sorrow comes
We’ll figure it out
We’ve seen it building up around us
Suspicion mixed with fear
The heartache here that surrounds us
Is there, won’t disappear
Stand by me
Look me in the eye
It’s hard to talk
But we’ll figure it out
And I’ll stand by you
You know I’ll try
When darkness comes
We’ll figure it out
We’ve seen it building up around us
Suspicion mixed with fear
The heartache here that surrounds us
Is here, won’t disappear
Here it comes again
I freeze up just to stand the pain
And I tell myself
“I don’t think we’ll figure it out”
“I don’t think we’ll figure it out”
“I don’t think we’ll figure it out”
Stand by me
Oh, stand by my side
When darkness comes
We’ll figure it out
We’ve seen it building up around us
Suspicion, grief and fear
The heartache here that surrounds us
Is here now, it’s right here
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2. |
Another Of Our Things
02:58
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She said she would come home
Not the first time, but who’s to know?
He stayed well indoors
Unsure just what for
He knew she wouldn’t change
But he was hoping they’d rearrange
it all in their good time
All in their good time
Hold the smile while you’re sinking
Adapt the facts ‘til they fit in
That’s another of our things
He could be anyone
Pretty plain, still unique and fine
It might seem confused
But it’s what we do
Self-deception galore
It’s the stuff that dreams are made for
Leave it to the why
To sort out the how
Hold on tight to the good things
It’s what we do not to cave in
That’s another of our things
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3. |
Screaming Heart
03:46
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In the quiet of a normal house
As the landslide’s setting in
Without warning and God knows why
The old man’s just turned seventeen
And now he’s longing for the quiet
Or else he just might fall apart
Can there really be too much love?
Be still, you screaming heart
Looking back, it felt much easier then
It was a passion made for two
Now he searches in the same green eyes
For them to say what they used to
But the look he gets is just concerned
Seems to say “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
Can there really be too much love?
Be still, you screaming heart
So what is to be done
With all these fireworks?
Spare, share, or give away?
Or simply play along
Acting like he’s still all the same?
All things considered it might well have been worse
It’s just not what he thought
She might see it as a wicked curse
But you make do with what you’ve got
And why go back to feeling old and dry
When you have fireworks inside?
There can never be too much love
Go on, you screaming heart
There can never be too much love
Go on, you screaming heart
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It never snows in September
But it’s the coldest day of the year
Can’t stop my hands from trembling
Don’t know what I’m doing here
And never in my life have I been so afraid
Never have I been so blind
Never in my life have I been so ashamed
Never have I been so blind
You and her are connected
All the way down to your DNA
Don’t start pretending you’re strangers
In fact, you’re very old friends
Never in my life have I been so afraid
Never have I been so blind
Never in my life have I been so ashamed
Never should I step aside
For people who have plenty more
Than she could ever hope for
And you’re standing here claiming that
It’s a fact that she’s the threat?
Oh, you people spreading fear around
Where’s your faith in humankind?
Looking back we did the same trip too
Me & you, I thought you knew
It never snows in September
But it’s the coldest day of the year
Here’s wishing that we would remember
What we should be doing here
Never in my life have I been so afraid
Never have I been so blind
Never in my life have I been so ashamed
Never should I step aside
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5. |
Next In Line
03:20
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Close your eyes and it’s Sunday night
Not a sound in the house
Whatever we didn’t do
At least we got through
They don’t know the alphabet
Well, not all of it yet
But they know how to make a mark
Stamped in blood across our hearts
Make way for the next in line
It’s so strange but they seem just fine
Just a part of the family tree
Oh, what a sight to see
I’d ask what he recognized
I’m sure my grandpa would smile
Now I look at his great-grandkids
And see just how special it is
To be someone’s great-grandson
And not have a clue til he’s gone
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6. |
There's A Chill
03:12
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The letters fill up my days
The words leave me lying awake
And every now and then there’s a chill
Every now and then there’s a chill
I wonder if she’s as alone
If she’s just as stubborn as I’m gone
Every now and then there’s a chill
Few can pull through but we will
A new sense of time
A strange sense of place
I’m learning now
What it means to wait
I know, in time,
We’ll break the spell
But what if there could
Be somebody else?
A worn sense of time
A stale sense of place
We know well enough
What it means to wait
But wishing won’t change
The distance between
What actually is
And what could have been
The letters are stowed away
Other words keep us awake
It’s been more than ten years, but still
Every now and then there’s a chill
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7. |
Lessons To Be Learned
03:40
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So here we are now, again
You’ve been doing
God knows what this time, boy
It’s approaching the absurd
So many lessons to be learned
I know it’s hard growing up
Waking up each day
To a different world, boy
You think you know, but it’s a blur
So many lessons to be learned
Couldn’t you just look up at me sometimes?
Just sometimes?
And let my love get through to you sometimes
You’ll be fine, it’s alright
My dad was here before me
He tried with temper
That didn’t succeed, boy
I know that heart you’re keeping in
One day your lessons will sink in
Couldn’t you…
I know it’s hard growing up
But you have everything
That you need, don’t be scared, boy
Though it might take you some time
You’ll go to the moon
But until you are there, boy
Stick it out, you’re not the first
To feel trapped, alone or worse
And I’ll be here, you have my word
Right through your lessons to be learned
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8. |
Somewhere Our Blue Skies
03:45
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No sense in fighting
We’ve done what we could
The moonlit serenade, the counsel
And the tea for two
We’re clearly not made
For the easier life
But don’t you lose faith
We’ll see higher grounds
Somewhere our blue skies
The love and the lust
There’s got to be some
Justice for us
So let it rain down on me tonight
Somewhere our love lies
Somewhere our blue skies
It’s common knowledge
Just ask anyone
There’s reason for all
Every stumble and fall
We’ll see this through, love
There will be a change
Though all the while
The sky is somewhere else
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9. |
Talking To My Heart
02:45
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It wasn’t meant to be
We were joking, weren’t we?
Only passing through
But nothing can teach me
Not to let this old head start
Here it comes again
Talking to my heart
I played along at first
You were lost, if not worse
I could prove them wrong
Pretend you were my girl
But then there was a spark
You were getting through
Talking to my heart
When the notice came
In clear view of them all
It took all my strength
Not to let the teardrops fall
Then your tag fell out
And the sky turned to stone
It wasn’t meant to be
But we weren’t joking, were we?
The license on the wall
Is there for all to see
Though all is now dark
There you go again
Talking to my heart
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El Tiempo Hablará
02:47
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Tal vez no haya más
que esto que das:
gotas de agua
a quien pide el mar.
No es real, el tiempo hablará.
Vas sola en tu tempestad.
Muy pronto verás
que el mundo no fue
tu reino, y el mar
no tendrá faro.
No es real, el tiempo hablará.
Vas sola en tu tempestad.
Y estuve tan ciego que al final
no supe lo falso y lo real.
Parece que es hora de callar:
el tiempo hablará.
Al cabo, entendí
que debo seguir,
limpiar el dolor
con días de sol.
No es real, el tiempo hablará:
vas sola en tu tempestad.
Y estuve tan ciego que al final
no supe lo falso y lo real.
Me quedo en la calma de mi andar,
el tiempo hablará.
Mejor andar.
El tiempo hablará.
Mejor andar.
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11. |
Simple Facts
03:29
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Was it just your face that night,
a window to another life,
or so much more?
I could see you walk away,
hesitating on each step,
dissolved in thought
And then comes a time for our regrets
Heads bowed low under simple facts,
those simple facts
We’d tried to get the bus to wait
To find the time, and maybe strength,
to say those words
Love has a logic of its own
Admitting it took much too long
A sudden urge
So confused, unsure how to forget
Heads bowed low under simple facts,
those simple facts
Deciding was the hardest part:
holding on or letting go
The fear that’s kept us apart,
let’s blow it straight out of our hearts
Stretch out our hands from afar
to the unknown
Now we know exactly what it meant
Heads held high over simple facts
And regardless of what happens next:
heads held high over simple facts,
our simple facts
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12. |
Long & Crooked Thoughts
03:41
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I have to take this time
To sort my mind out
To straighten out
These long and crooked thoughts
Before they tangle up
And leave no hope
Of ever finding peace again
Ever finding peace again
The words encapture you
They’re my prison too
They say what they can
And not what we mean to
But until I feel
Your eyes on mine
They’re the sweetest slavery I ever knew
The sweetest slavery I ever knew
None of us can know what could have been
So there’s no need
Pretending something’s lost
That never was
Though we both know what could have been
So I won’t take no time
To sort my mind out
I won’t get lost
In long and crooked thoughts
‘Cause a hand needs to be held
A smile needs to be seen
Thoughts need to be shared
Should be easy to let go
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