1. |
Means To Believe (Live)
03:30
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You’re building a ship with no sails,
and setting out to brave the open seas.
You’re standing for your God,
by becoming something so far off.
Don’t you see the irony?
He gave me a train with no tracks,
with no wood to build or burn for steam.
Despite all I lack,
if I derail he’ll turn his back.
Don’t you see the irony?
If the blind can see you,
and the lame can meet you,
will the dead embrace you
if you never gave them
the means to believe?
And that makes no sense to me.
He gave me a voice that speaks out,
but paired it with a mind
that’s filled with doubt.
If I’m to find the sun,
I need something more than song
to pull me from this cave of questioning.
Give me sand to build a home,
and watch all the walls fall on me.
I can’t change what I am.
Lions always kill the lambs.
Don’t you see the irony?
If the blind can see you,
and the lame can meet you,
will the dead embrace you
if you never gave them
the means to believe?
And that makes no sense to me
Will I embrace you?
Will you ever give me the means to believe?
Answer me, please...
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2. |
Jesus Christ (Live)
03:26
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Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face,
the kind you'd find on
someone that could save.
If they don't put me away,
It'll be a miracle.
Do you believe you're missin' out,
that everything good
is happening somewhere else?
But with nobody in your bed,
the night's hard to get through.
And I will die all alone.
And when I arrive I won't know anyone.
Well, Jesus Christ, I'm alone again
So what did you do
those three days you were dead?
'Cause this problem's gonna last
more than the weekend.
Well, Jesus Christ, I'm not scared to die.
I'm a little bit scared of what comes after.
Do I get the gold chariot?
Do I float through the ceiling?
Do I divide and pull apart?
'Cause my bright is too slight
to hold back all my dark,
and the ship went down in sight of land,
and at the gates does Thomas ask
to see my hands?
I know you're coming
in the night like a thief,
but I've had some time alone
to hone my lying technique.
I know you think
that I'm someone you can trust,
but I'm scared I'll get scared,
and I swear I'll try to nail you back up.
So do you think
that we could work out a sign,
so I'll know it's you and that it's over
so I won't even try?
I know you're coming
for the people like me.
We all got wood and nails
We turn turn out hate in factories
We all got wood and nails
We sleep inside of this machine.
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3. |
Howl At The Moon (Live)
02:38
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Lost in the wake
with nobody to save me.
It's pulling me under.
I'm only a small breath away
from drowning.
I've never been such a fool with emotion.
If I am a river, then you are an ocean,
my friend, I fall right in.
So I sit and I howl at the moon.
Everyone tells me I'm
wasting my time on you.
The road that we're taking is
just a dead end
with no glimmer of light at the end.
As long as you need me,
I'll just keep hanging around.
How can I lead when nobody will follow?
How can I follow when nobody ever takes the lead? Tell me please
So I sit and I howl at the moon.
Everyone tells me I'm
wasting my time on you.
The road that we're taking is
just a dead end
with no glimmer of light at the end.
As long as you need me,
I'll just keep hanging around.
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4. |
Waste (Live)
03:38
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You and I were stuck in the waste,
talking about our salad days.
What a damn lie,
but you and I are stuck like glue,
and that's the God damn truth.
Baby, bye-bye.
Well, you could turn to water
and we'd all float on.
Give up trying to be someone.
Take your head apart.
Free your own heart.
You and I are stuck out of phase.
Always begging for some grace
when there's no time.
We get no reply.
Every night you were tripping out.
In the morning you were coming down.
If it's breaking your heart, if nothing is fun,
don't lose hope, my son.
This is the last one.
You and I repent of our sins.
Yeah, we feel so American
laying in the road.
Was a shoe-in for the crash of the day.
and we're never going to walk away.
Never going home.
I'm hoping that in time,
you can lay down,
all this weight
you've been carrying around
and maybe one day,
you'll find your way.
Climb on up out of your grave.
With the bits of you
you managed to save,
and for the last time.
'Cause every night had you laid low.
It's going to feel so good to let it go.
It's all in your head, your race is run.
Don't give up, my son, this is the last one.
This is the last one.
And he said, "You are not alone
You are not alone"
And he said, "You are not alone
You are not alone"
Every night you were tripping out.
In the morning you were coming down.
If it's breaking your heart, if nothing is fun
Don't lose hope, my son.
This is the last one.
Every night had you laid low.
It's going to feel so good to let it go.
It's all in your head, your race is run.
Don't give up, my son, this is the last one.
This is the last one.
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