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Break Like Belief
02:45
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The mailbox is empty, the phone never rings
In our apartment, I break like belief
Parties like crystals are bursting into laughter
You're the only solid thing for miles
Your husband's exhausted, but mostly I'm scared
Praying there's no one to answer my prayers
The faces are falling away like old fabrics on a line
You're the only solid thing for miles
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Prone To
03:59
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She's the sky swallowing a bird
A fatal childbirth
I'm Lazarus returned
She's a stone marking what once was
A nameless marble bust
I rest at her cold touch
Taught to count my accomplishments,
I've become skeptical of sin
Only her belief makes sense
Tired of being separate things,
We put on our magic rings
I watch her become a queen
The hallway light's on
I walk out and see a city made of terrible things
And know that I'm not anything at all
I still have nights where I'm in that room praying that it all doesn't fall
But she stops the dark and shaking
And she holds my hand when I get too close
She's the sky swallowing the Earth
A murder in reverse
I'm nothing if I'm not hers
She's a ghost living in my house
The music brings her out
I kiss her phantom mouth
Prone to wonder
Prone to wander, God
She's the truth swallowing my hurt
I'm an orphan child returned to its parents in the dirt
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Coloured Glass
03:46
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I wrote my name backward and read it out loud
It still felt the same, still made that awful sound
I hate that sound
Feels like my head is October, each leaf a passing note
They pile up like an organ, pushing music through my throat
I make friendly conversation so I don't feel alone
But I don't talk about what I might know
And I try not to think about what I don't
I break apart when you see me waking up like colored glass
You smile soft like an open window, morning blooming from your laugh
Water's pouring from the stone now, your voice is a holy staff
Dark red sound interrupting the black
Your quiet whisper telling me to come back
I was terrified and angry when you found me in our room
You tried holding me together but I unfolded like a wound
You cut your palm like we were brothers and we both howled at the moon
I never really, truly prayed before you
But now everything we say comes true
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Oldfield
01:32
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Pale Here
03:31
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It’s pale here
All morning smoke and mountains and clear
Like jars poured out and hung up on twine
Stories told to no one outside
Like a wedding veil on a child bride
It’s bright here
All water hose and tree branch and dirt
Like gardens grown and grilling fresh corn
Digging up the place I was born
Like a lightning bug in a room alone
It’s dark here
All jet black dogs and hallways and sound
Like purple shadows drowning dead stars
Finding out how awful you are
Like a flower bulb being pulled apart
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Rose Run
12:36
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Rose Run
Soft mountains of dirt in the cemetery
Dark mound rising up from the grass
It's a long way home, it'll be a long way back
Songs older than I've been around to sing them
With words only my grandfather knows
It's a long way back, it'll be a long way home
Crows fluttering wild on the kitchen table
Glass spilling out cusses and laughs
It's a long way home, it'll be a long way back
Dew still as a stone on the porch and gravel
Birds breaking the sky like a song
It's a long way back, it'll be a long way home
Rose running behind where the barn's decaying
Holes dug under fences as paths
It's a long way home, it'll be a long way back
Soft mountains of dirt in the cemetery
Box lowered down into a hole
It's a long way back, it'll be a long way home
Red Birds
Flower face and dead hair
You came in while I wasn't looking
You said that God is real
I often think He's not
You covered me in red birds
They don't sing, but they're always moving
I watch them build their nests
I watch myself turn red
I stepped out of the lake
And felt just like I did in the water
Someone said some words
But I can't remember which ones
Flower face and dead hair
You were there in the form of a cardinal
Your feathers all stayed dry
And so did most of mine
Tiny paper crane
Tucked into shape by hands that don't love it
The fires burn you up
The water breaks you down
Black sky/white sky pours
Wrists opened up like doors to a bedroom
Red birds climbing out
And hiding in my mouth
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