1. |
Smaller (feat. Margaux)
03:08
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Burn it down
I’ve been at home
I’ve been alone
It hasn’t been too long
Going back
On everything
I ever said
To you at all again
Did you throw out all my gifts
And get another lover
Did you take down all the pictures
Of our time together
Am I disappearing
Have I disappeared to you
I don’t feel any smaller now
Cleaning up
I did my best
I made a mess
Has it been long enough
Moving on
And falling down
I heard you live together now
Did you throw out all my gifts
And get another lover
Did you take down all the pictures
Of our time together
Am I disappearing
Have I disappeared to you
I don’t feel any smaller now
Going through the motions is a chore
I did my best
I am a mess
I don’t think about you at all
Do you think about me anymore
Did you throw out all my gifts
And get another lover
Did you take down all the pictures
Of our time together
Am I disappearing
Have I disappeared to you
I don’t feel any smaller now
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2. |
The State of Things
03:38
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The fan that kept us company
On quiet nights so neighborly
Still spins and spits its wine into my room
My pillow’s just a green today
It’s getting old but smells okay
Washed it once it came out good as new
Haven’t hung my socks to dry
Or tried to paint another time
Some things I just wasn’t meant to do
I’m working as an engineer
Making just enough to clear
Fancy coffee and my brooklyn room
I heard you’re doing better too
In love and going back to school
Isn’t growing up the strangest thing
We were dizzy kids at odds
With everything I thought I was
Isn’t growing up the strangest thing
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3. |
Pretending
04:15
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Painted a picture and let it dry
Over night
Some peace of mind
In letting it lie down
Daisy will wait
I might have guessed when I went to bed
That instead
The canvas bled
Image distorted
A chorus of voices sings
Maybe it's for the best
I said im just pretending
I think I found an ending after all
I hope you’re not pretending
You know im not pretending anymore
This is what it sounds like
When I know you're coming by
I said I'm just pretending
Measured my future in make believe
Figurines
Made of steam
Ballerinas
Have you seen them turn into the wind
I said im just pretending
I think I found an ending after all
I hope you’re not pretending
You know im not pretending anymore
This is what it sounds like
When I know you're coming by
I hope you're not pretending
This is what it looks like
When I'm coming back to life
You know I’m not pretending
Up in smoke
There it goes
Oh no
Nostalgia’s just a dirty word
Painting sold
A dancer chokes
Oh yes
And yesterday is not so cold
This is what it sounds like
When I know you're coming by
I hope you're not pretending
This is what it looks like
When I'm coming back to life
You know I'm not pretending
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4. |
Tabletops
04:33
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Fall in love
With a fiction that you found on the internet
It’s the trendy thing to do
Call it off
Just when things were getting good
Getting good is better when you have nothing to do with it
Make my bed
Fill my head
With heavy hearted hopes about the way that this should go
Mixing pictures on a tabletop
A splinter in monotony
They say a picture's worth a thousand words
You give it all away for free
Going out
Just to saw you didn’t not
Drinking in another night that looks piss but tastes alright
Call a cab
The MTA is burning down
Dusting off some magazines
Some scissors and some make believe
Mixing pictures on a tabletop
A splinter in monotony
They say a picture's worth a thousand words
You give it all away for free
When you talk
I’ll listen
It’s the least that I could do
And I’m sure that they’re missing
Everything I see in you
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5. |
Make Sense
04:40
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I’m outside
I’m alright
Rain is soft
Like it was
Like it’s not
Like its just another night
Broadway sings
No one cares
Warmer than
I’ve been in years
Astor place
Holds her breath
Waiting just to see what happens next
Come on home
Come on home
It doesn’t make sense now
My cigarette disappears
Come on back
Come on back
It didn’t make sense then
I’m having that dream again
I don’t mind
It’s kind of nice
I’m inside
I’m alright
Holding on
To the song
Of the rain
Walking to your room again
Union Square keeping time
But the numbers aren’t right
Come on home
Come on home
It doesn’t make sense now
My cigarette disappears
Come on back
Come on back
It didn’t make sense then
I’m having that dream again
I don’t mind
It’s kind of nice
Making up
Making sense
Make myself at home again
Hang my coat
Hang my head
Happy to be on the mend
Kettle’s on
Whistling
Out of tune violins
Falling down
Fall apart
Should have known it from the start
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6. |
What a Time (Interlude)
01:13
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Slip into a dream
Dream
Dreaming of me
Me only under water
Wake wake up in a sweat
Don’t sweat all the rest
The rest is
Softer than what I am used to
Oh what a time to be
You
You made me a doll
All plastic and small
Smaller than
I could handle
Hands up in the air
I’m too high to care
About the
Places that we could have gone to
Oh what a time to be sober
The sky might fall tomorrow
Oh what a time to come over
After all I didn’t do
For you
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7. |
Older
02:36
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Tiff said my candles are out for blood
Nothing should smell like they do
Katie hands me a paper bag
She says it’s filled with the truth
I jump inside and turn on the lights
Turn out we aren’t alone
Everything is connected now
I should probably go
Maybe when we’re older
We can find a way to live that will not
Kill us in the process
Let’s just think about it later
I’ve got plans this afternoon
I’m sure well get to it soon
The sky is hundreds of baby clouds
The earth is breathing us in
My body feels its impermanence
My mouth is stuck in a grin
I jump outside and turn off the lights
The city searches my face
For any sign of magnificence
The city steadies her gaze
Maybe when we’re older
We can find a way to live that will not
Kill us in the process
Let’s just think about it later
I’ve got plans this afternoon
I’m sure well get to it soon
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8. |
The Sink
03:32
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It’s Thursday night again
Behind the bathroom sink
Sinking
Into the gods in ink
Try to become the same
Something
One eye at a time
One eye at a time
One eye at a time
When is a shape correct
When is a shape beyond wishing
It’s Thursday night again
Behind the bathroom sink
Sinking
Is too much
Or never enough
To be one of them
Ink in the eyes
You’ll be alright
It’s Friday night again
Trying to set an intention
The door is closing in
The boys are drunk with pretension
One foot at a time
One foot at a time
One foot at a time
It’s Friday night again
Enter another dimension
Is it too much
Or never enough
To be one of them
Ink in your eyes
We’ll be alright
If we can make it through the night
Maybe then we’ll sleep
Like the kids
With the pretty faces
Facing every night
Like a kiss
All dressed up and wasted
Wasted all this time
Space and ink
In the bathroom cursing
Every Thursday night behind the sink
If we only knew it
Maybe then we’ll sleep
Like the kids
With the pretty faces
Facing every night
Like a kiss
All dressed up and wasted
Wasting all this time
Space and and ink
In the bathroom cursing
Every Friday night behind the sink
If we only knew it
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9. |
25
04:18
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Did you know the shape of things
When I was a little fire
Burning to burn instead
Of looking at the time
Is that the light you see
When I try to make a scene
Shouting and loud guitars
A room of seventeen
Twenty-five
Quarter of a century
Rolling by
Have I been good enough
So to speak
Speaking of the future
Stay with me
I will be good enough
Adrienne she hugged the ground
It hugged her back and told her to hang on
Time’s not going anywhere
We’re just passing through and dancing on
I haven’t written much
I haven’t called enough
Too busy breaking down and polishing my clocks
I’ve been preoccupied
These days with the shape of time
When all of yours was mine
And what does that make me
Twenty-five
Quarter of a century
Rolling by
Have I been good enough
So to speak
Speaking of the future
Stay with me
I will be good enough
Adrienne she hugged the ground
It hugged her back and told her to hang on
Time’s not going anywhere
We’re just passing through and dancing on
Someday I’ll move to France
Finally learn to dance
Dance until my time runs out
And jump into the Seine
Swim back to Wilson Ave
Where I became a man
If that means anything
Not a thing to me
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10. |
25 (Reprise)
01:15
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