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[ti:] |
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[ar:] |
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[al:] |
| [00:18.13] |
Into the arms of the sea, |
| [00:25.76] |
what my tide had carried free. |
| [00:33.62] |
I walked down to the priest |
| [00:40.83] |
to be kind with the storms inside. |
| [00:51.50] |
I prayed, black birds never want what they got. |
| [01:03.67] |
Lifted my arms up high, |
| [01:11.86] |
Whispered of lost highway somehow. |
| [01:40.77] |
Take, take these eyes and all our wounds |
| [01:49.21] |
my disgust, lay them out |
| [01:55.94] |
on the beach cause I won't leave them now, the city inside |
| [02:08.37] |
take, take these vows and all its songs |
| [02:15.69] |
For my insides, spread them out |
| [02:23.12] |
over the words, over the shapes |
| [02:30.29] |
I fall off of cliffs, in million age |
| [02:37.43] |
So come on home, come on home |
| [02:43.78] |
It's all or not, this walkabout |
| [02:51.30] |
It's been so low, it's been so low |
| [02:57.56] |
Come home to me |
| [04:18.92] |
Into the arms of the sea, |
| [04:26.67] |
what my tide had carried free. |
| [04:34.75] |
I walked down to the priest |
| [04:42.21] |
to be kind with the storms inside. |
