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Sage.
03:47
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there was the smell of sage and the echo of an incantation
the room was thick with rebirth
o' glorious powers that be
how can it be that your seed is rot and heavy?
all is becoming unfamiliar
the spirit beckons but i know not the voice
whisper to me gently from beyond my ear
or speak not entirely
i must stay attuned to the light, even now
that sweet southern half-truth is ringing in my head
silence, if you please
im telling you, sister
if you came looking for right
you're in the wrong place tonight
but im o so glad that you came
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2. |
To the Brim.
03:21
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so filled with wine
this world is a wondrous place
filled to the brim
what could be better than this place
im not saving you a spot at the table
to be honest, I'm just trying to save face
im not saving you a spot at the table
im just testing out the limits of this grace
a once solitary man
im learning how to be one with the crowd
what was once a whisper is so loud
you told me once … just once
that i needed a way to blow off steam
now the energy is flowing
and I'm bursting right through the seams
I'm trying to breathe
but your name has shut down the passageways
im not saving you a spot at the table
to be honest, i don't care about saving face
im not saving you a spot at the table
to be honest, im just pushing past the limits of grace
darling,
if you're gone
leave a candle burning for me
darling,
if you're gone
dig a hole for the man i use to be
and i know I've disappointed
time and time again
but i still remember the times you looked right past me to my best friend
and theres a steam train a rollin
rollin around the bend
and theres an old familiar burning
crawling up my spine again
if you see me in the morning
ill be the shell of your former man
honey if you're gone leave a candle burning for me
honey if youre gone
im sorry i wasn't the man you needed me to be
honey if you're gone
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3. |
Wild and Free.
02:44
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never knew what she wanted from me
we were both just living wild and free
never needed permission to speak
too busy dealing with our own divinity
our names were known on the street
those strange ones that chose to feel the heat
a spirit came and whispered a word
didn't doubt cause she knew what she heard
stumbled through the salt on the floor
woke up to a head on the door it said
i hear the beating of your heretic heart
you've made a religion out of bad art
in those days visions came and went
we saw the signs and we knew what they meant
we traveled the road far and wide
singing gospel songs and preaching end times x2
it all feels like a fever dream
it all feels like a fever dream to me
i heard the southern siren sing
that mistress of the king
she said “come on my judas
just give us one last kiss”
the cock is crowing
my fears are growing
but theres no denying
and theres no unknowing
we traveled the road far and wide
singing gospel songs and preaching end times
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