1. |
Clarified
02:59
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Baby you set the tone
for the blinking lights
All that I could know
isn't clarified
Grab me a simple token
will it be alright?
when will I learn to let go
in this weary night?
Composed…
but not organized
I need to find an angel
to fill your empty shoes
Control my reaction
to affection when it is mangled
I know how to get by
How do I learn to fly?
Baby I see you in my head
with your new guy
Gotta quit torturing myself
you didn't treat me right
Grab me a simple token
will it be alright?
when will I learn to let go
in this weary night?
Suppose
I run into you and your seductive eyes
Right now I'd break and fall
Control my reaction
to affection when it is mangled
I know how to get by
How do I learn to fly?
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2. |
There's No One In Here
02:10
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Everybody, off the streets
Drive yourself to home, and go to sleep…
Nothing to overhear
From my speech
What's the use of being alone
with no silence to speak of…
oooo….
I've no idea
No idea to be sane no more…
Before my jekyll turns to hyde
Just stay out
Ignore my cries
Just stay out
There is no one in here…
I left a little note on my desk
signed away my love
to the ocean waves
Better left to something
that makes no promises
I'll be leaving this world
in its quiet embrace underneath its seas...
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3. |
Yellow House In Burano
02:36
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So much color
To uncover
The crowded upper limits
Of space
Your house in the corner
Yellow as the weather
Frail in its current state
But brilliant in ways
... I can't imagine
But it's fun...
... Full of passion
Make a run...
Your scent it lingers...
Be the one....
I'm lost in your figure...
I'm sure this can be about all that I can take.
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4. |
It's Not A Dream
03:07
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It's not a dream
I close my eyes
And to my utter surprise
It is clear
I have no fear
It's not a dream
Breathing softly beside me
Eyelids closed to a journey
But my dreaming start
When I see you
I'm yearning
So glad to see
So glad to say
It's not a dream
I was roaming this cold world
Unaware, unimpressed
This cold world turned warm and started turning
When I lost myself in your stare...
The colors that you wore last night
Are the only spectrum I see
I must be dreaming
Because when I close my eyes
You seem to be an impossibility
---
You're my muse in the sunrise
An apparition of the night
I can't wrap my head around you
Am I losing my mind
No it is clear
It's truly you my dear
It's not a dream.
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Amartiai Dallas, Texas
Hailing from Dallas via Mumbai, India and Muscat, Oman, Amartiai writes about trying to belong, love, and create something to be remembered by.
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