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Kingdom
03:21
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These dusty old boxes that used to make a sound
Whispers of when my mind was a place of colour
Vikings and robots would fall amongst the geometric mess
I called, my kingdom
And all the letters and photographs leave me in a state where I
Don’t know if I should laugh or cry and if
I put these objects in order will it help me make sense of what I feel?
A beautiful pattern or puzzle, a beautiful sequence or
Struggle
I couldn’t see the future, for the tears in my eyes
And I couldn’t see the forest, for the trees that grew so
High
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Reflections
04:20
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This city’s colours are ever changing
But I, I don’t mind
I can see the towers from my room
Against the dark of that sky
Wind in the night
Each day I
Made mistakes twice
Wind in the night
Each day I
Made mistakes twice
And I still see your reflection in the murky colours of the
Of the Rea
How did it happen? Yeah I couldn’t see it
Every direction afraid to fall on my face
Wind in the night
Each day I
Made mistakes twice
Wind in the night
Each day I
Made mistakes twice
And you’re stacking shelves
While I’m stacking the guilt and the shame
And I swear to you
Yeah I swear to you that I’ll change
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3. |
The Night Watch
05:35
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When did this great wall fall down under enemy feet?
And when did we call shots that brought us to our feet?
Keep watching the land as it sleeps
Soon we’ll see the horizon, stay calm, don’t lose hold of your grip
Hold on watch this town burn as we forget about everything
Everything that we knew’s broken in two but we’ll see what tomorrow brings
The people insist that the old king still speaks to the crowd from inside
For inside these great walls are kept his heart, his soul and his mind
Hold on watch this town burn as we forget about everything
Everything that we knew’s broken in two but we’ll see what tomorrow brings
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4. |
Two Cities
04:12
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A mass of moving metal
Cries itself to sleep
And the tarmac’s as black
As the sky beneath
Nobody’s standing, only moving
Away from this place
Is the tragic beauty of our pollution
Not kind of mesmerising anyway?
Are you ok?
Are you ok?
Are you ok?
Yeah I’m ok
Well this place is what you make of it
And if that doesn’t make sense we’ll find some other place to stay
Two cities are in our minds
Restless, forever kind
Somewhere
They’ll meet
For a mass of moving metal
Cries itself to sleep
But I’m sure that somewhere
We’ll meet
We’ll meet
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