1. |
Dust
01:13
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2. |
Golden Mirrors
04:08
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The rain comes crashing down
Lights out all over town
I see you at the end of the hallway
Are you there? (Are you there?)
Trees that stretch into the pond
The lightning strikes them dead
Always someone looking over
Your shoulders and a chill
I am only passing by
I can almost see your face
I can't tell if you can hear or see me
Don't you dare (Don't you dare)
Streets that stretch into my eyes
You only grow my guilt
With our heads sunken in the sand
With our mirrors made of pure gold
With our heads sunken in the sand
With our mirrors made of pure gold
With our heads sunken in the sand
With our mirrors made of pure gold
It's a distant dream of false hope
It is chilling straight to the bone
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3. |
A Balloon With No Kid
03:46
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Ran away and looking for a smile
I'll be gone for a while
Someone has a note with your name
Stopping the shame
Leaving me like you did
A balloon with no kid
Endless ice and skating with no point
Take my hand
Death with a fear of nothing done
Give me a break
Swept under rugs and hid
Only there to get rid
Silhouettes and weeping with closed eyes
Killing my time
A monochrome world with no single light
Losing my grip
Blaming me like you did
A balloon with no kid
Blaming me like you did
A balloon with no kid (A balloon with no)
Find a pile of ash
Nothing like you asked
If I go I won't come back
Leaving everything behind
Leaving everything behind
Leaving everything behind
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4. |
Dreamer's Crowd
03:58
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We went looking for musicals
It didn't take too long before we got lost
We were looking for a new home
The ocean wasn't a bad host at all
I swear, the fairies danced around your hair
The fall was no one else's fault
The cliff were everything's green and gold
Let the whale-song tuck me to sleep
The sun is shining so I know that we're
Not in hell but we are late
I saw a crowd of dreamers stand around your bed
Your pages have been turned and read
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5. |
Passing By
00:51
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6. |
Amy
04:41
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A half moon looking over
The docks at midnight
Wish I could see you
Wish I could know you
Now that you are gone
You fell down the stairs
Stumbled on the rocks
Best way to lie is just to
Forget
Half white, pale as a ghost
Curled up and ready to toss
Waves that are moving
Waves that are right here
With us
I thought I saw your face
I thought I saw your face
Disappearing (Disappearing)
God is seeing where I stand (Where I stand)
With you
God is seeing where I stand
God is seeing where I stand
Best way to lie is just to forget
Fog is coming out in my, my mind
Amy is shouting in my, my mind
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7. |
Drömbilder
02:22
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Drömbilder
Drömbilder
Drömbilder
Drömbilder
Drömbilder
Drömbilder
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8. |
Silver Minute II
02:08
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Dmaj7* = XX0220
Adim* = X01220
Dmaj7*
A | B7 | Dmaj7 | Dmaj7
A | B7 | Dmaj7 | Dmaj7
C#m | D | C#m | D
C#m | D | C#m
D | Dm | A | Adim*
D | Dm | A |
A+5 | A6 | A7 | A7
C | E7 | A | A
C | E7 | A | A
C | E11b9 | E
A | B7 | Dmaj7 | Dmaj7
A | B7 | Dmaj7 | Dmaj7
Dmaj7* | A | Dmaj7* | A
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9. |
Ciacco Forgets
02:21
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Ciacco, my love, my death
Lost in the depths of hell
Pain pierces through me
Lost in his wrath
My hometown buried in sand
Ten thousand feet tall
Hold my hand
Hold my hand
Let me feel sun on my skin
I can see where you went
Footsteps left yesterday
Let us sleep, let us sleep, let us sleep
Thrown out in the storm
Twisting and turning in snow
Love, be my death
Death, be my love
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10. |
Going Home
03:12
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Kat Daniel Malmö, Sweden
organized noises and dreamy stuff
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