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in the sand a bird cries out
my bones bleach in the sun
(release us)
In the sun...
the little world it's been holding...
it's waited all my life
(release me)
it's waited all my life
(dissolve me)
to be born, limbs gone bony
my skin becomes a shore
it's waited too long
it's waited all my life
the little world it's been holding...
it's waited all my life
(release me)
it's waited all my life
(dissolve me)
it's waited all my life
(release me)
it's waited all my life
(dissolve me)
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2. |
Better Than The Sun
02:37
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This winter
The sun sinks underground
This winter
The sun's not on your side
I like the cold better than the sun
I like the cold better than the sun
This winter
The sun sinks underground
This winter
The sun's not on your side
I like the cold better than the sun
I like the cold better than the sun
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3. |
Contact
04:27
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In the dark, I long to see
What's coming through the towering trees
Faded scars on my hands and knees
Becoming less and less of me
Flickering from afar, almost like a distant star
(A candle burns tonight)
Flickering from afar, I ask myself just who you are
(A candle burns tonight)
Memories, vague and formless arising
Like the light that shines before me
Through the leaves, that glimmer brightens
As if to show me the way
Cross the inky black landscape
I heard the sound of pouring rain
I searched for shelter, I searched for escape
I felt time running back again
Flickering from afar, almost like a distant star
(A candle burns tonight)
Flickering from afar, I ask myself just who you are
(A candle burns tonight)
Memories, vague and formless arising
Like the light that shines before me
Through the leaves, that glimmer brightens
As if to show me the way
Beginning, ending, contact
Reaching, holding, contact
Do you hope for contact?
Do you hope for contact?
Beginning, ending, contact
Reaching, holding, contact
Do you hope for contact?
Do you hope for contact?
Reaching, holding, contact
Reaching, holding, contact!!!
Memories, growing stronger in my mind
Memories, growing stronger in my mind...
Memories, growing stronger in my mind
Like the light that shines within me
Through the leaves, that glimmer brightens
As if to show me the way
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4. |
What Passes Here?
01:25
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what passes here?
my heart's only heart
all that I meant changes faces that start
days passing strange, marking years on the door
holding all that I need, that I (love, love, love, love) hope, I hope, to feel
all that I leave, a song or two
(all that I need)
all that I need, to feel, it's true
(all that I need)
time makes us stranger as strangers arrive
holding all that I know, that I (blood, blood, blood, blood) think, I think, is real
what passes here?
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5. |
Pull Me Out
04:24
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I think I'm losing track
these stories that we made
thin fishing wire
pulls us forward
some of them are vile
try on our skin, and make us move
mumbling our lines
in the mirror
some will make you choose...
pull me out, pull me out of myself
(it doesn't look like me)
pull me out, pull me out of myself
(it doesn't sound like me)
some are very far from me
and I long to be...
and I long...
some will make you choose...
pull me out, pull me out of myself
(it doesn't look like me)
pull me out, pull me out of myself
(it doesn't sound like me)
pull me out, pull me out of myself
(it doesn't look like me)
pull me out, pull me out of myself
(it doesn't sound like me)
pull me out, pull me out of myself
(it doesn't look like me)
pull me out, pull me out of myself
(it doesn't sound like me)
pull me out, pull me out of myself
(it doesn't look like me)
pull me out, pull me out of myself
(it doesn't sound like me)
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the image that stayed after
the memory of her father
disney blue photographs of summer
but these are only slivers
trapped in burning silver dust
they're not real
even as they dream
it's only retinal flutter
what's written on her shoulder
the naked brass
the laughter past
the photograph
not to fade
or remain
left unchanged
just burning silver dust
they're not real
even as they dream
the sound behind the photo
leftover tobacco
i don't regret what was made to forget
pretty things made with all our love
just burning silver dust
they're not real
even as they dream
climbing through the window
empty rooms in shadow
climb the stairs
find out what you've written there
they're the same, in the dark
and don't explain
and don't tell them how to feel
oh, no...
they can't leave it, even in their dreams
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7. |
Exit through ceiling
03:51
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Mirror Monster Ann Arbor, Michigan
Mirror Monster is David Minnix and Michael Skib. We are an Ann Arbor, MI based band creating songs that navigate the spaces between electronic dance music, experimental, pop, and folk.
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