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Wide-Eyed
03:35
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A fading heart
Lost its way in the darkness
But we’re dying to find out what’s inside
We’ll need a car
And a lot of gasoline
If we’re going to make it out alive
In that worn down Hudson
You got from someone else
To drive us onward
To know yourself
Is to stray from the others
To finally escape saying never again
It's all in front of my eyes
It's ordinary
The smallest speck of light
All run out
Nowhere near the horizon…
Well you got real far
Promise me you’ll remember
How great it felt to drive
Into sunlight
Into blissful tragedies
Wide-Eyed
To know yourself
Is to stray from the others
To finally escape saying never again
It's all in front of my eyes
It's ordinary
The smallest speck of light
I’m never stepping in line
So don’t force it on me
The smallest speck of light
How you cope is a mystery to me
But there is nothing new
So I’ll run away with you
See you later
It's all in front of my eyes
It's ordinary
It’s a long road to recovery
But I’m sure that over time
You’ll learn to love me
As I learn to love myself
The smallest speck of light
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2. |
Scared Enough
03:09
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Dreams from the gutter
You’re falling away
Your skin looks pretty gray
A fleeting desire
It’s hidden away
Never sees the light of day
I could never see past the headlights
Clinging to a dream I’ll never get right
Fleeting desires
Burst into flames
At the first light of day
Tainted by liars
You hide it away
The things you’ll never say
Always sticking out for the low ride
Always on the prowl for a hot night
Betting all you have on a losing hand
I wonder if I’m scared enough
Falling in and out of love
You say I’m not
But I’m fading at your side again
They call me an expert
At talking the talk
Too scared to walk the walk
I could never see past the headlights
Clinging to a dream I’ll never get right
Betting all you have on a losing hand
I wonder if I’m scared enough
Falling in and out of love
You say I’m not
But I’m fading at your side
Falling in and out of love again
Is leading me nowhere
You say I’m not
But I’m fading at your side
When I see you laughing
It’s all over your face
It all returns again
I yearn for silence
Bury me instead
I wonder if I’m scared enough
Falling in and out of love
Dreams from the gutter
You’re falling away
Your skin looks pretty gray
I wonder if I’m scared enough
Falling in and out of love
Not sure I even care enough
Falling in and out of love
Falling in and out of love again
Is leading me nowhere, again
Betting all I have on losing hands
Wonder if I’m scared enough
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3. |
The Words
05:30
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Storm in your eyes
On December 11th
Late at night
Show me your chin
Show me six out of seven
Deadly sins
Fear in her eyes
In denial
In disguise
She’s in hiding
On December 11th
Behind that door
I’m getting enough of you
I’ve had enough of the secrets you put us through
She’s way too frail to resist
I hope you find the words
You find the words
You’re not the only one
Stop acting like nothing burns
Stop acting like nothing hurts
When everything’s said and done
You better pray that you find the words
You find the words
You better pray that you find the words
You better pray that you find the words
Fear in her eyes
In denial
In disguise
She’s hiding
Show me six out of seven
Deadly sins
You’re not the only one
Stop acting like nothing burns
Stop acting like nothing hurts
When everything’s said and done
You better pray that you find the words
You find the words
It could be each and every day
That everything is saved
Everything is saved
It takes a lot to make me stay
You’re wasting it all, you let it slip away
You better find the words
You find the words
Find the words
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4. |
Born
03:53
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When we were young we used to run for miles
Endless journeys under endless skies
We’d be going for days on end
In celebration of our working legs
However hard the wind blew
There’s really nothing that we wouldn’t do
To set our eyes on what we never knew
To know the rest of the story
Oh, it’s good to be born
Just tell me it’s okay
To move at my own pace
Oh, it’s good to be born
To see what’s to come
The sound of footsteps chasing me down
Thought I’d be further along by now
Been on the roam since the day I left home
To destinations I will never know
Keeping time, not keeping faith
Keeping score without playing the game
Like a movie without a name
Bruises magnified and on display
I sometimes wish for the days
To last for twenty-four minutes instead
I’d just watch the sun set
Skip to the end of the story
Oh, I’m tired and worn
Would you tell me it’s okay
To move at my own pace
Oh, it’s good to be born…
Tell me
Are you feeling unhappy
Have you still got a long way
To go on your own
Trust me
We’re all scared to be lonely
And really there’s no shame
In feeling this way
Oh, it’s good to be born
Just know that it’s okay
To move at your own pace
Oh, it’s good to be born
To see what’s to come
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Windup Space NB, The Netherlands
Windup Space are an emo rock outfit from the Netherlands characterized by their honest and emotive songwriting. Tight production, infectious hooks and highly energetic rock songs, but the openness with which they discuss personal themes such as loneliness and mental health is what truly sets them apart ... more
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