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My Heroin Burns
04:40
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Lovers' Eyes
05:56
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“Lovers’ Eyes” by Potion Cafe
It's funny how much time seems to pass when we're away.
It’s like I've aged ten years, but it's only been day.
Then on some brighter morning, we're sitting on the beach.
The sun kisses the sand; the surf licks at our feet.
But when the snow starts to fall
I wake up on the floor,
My face pressed to the wall.
I've been lying here all along,
Making love to the cold,
Too afraid to go to bed all alone.
I guess that I'm just not that bold.
It's funny how much time seems to stop now that you're gone.
I will never age again, back to the board to be redrawn.
[Pre-Chorus 2]
Then on some snowy day,
I'm looking at our queen-sized,
Trying to see a silhouette,
hoping just maybe you're still outlined.
I've been lying here all along
Making love to the cold
Too afraid to go to bed all alone
I guess I'm just not that bold.
(Change the sheets)
Tried to get you out of this room.
(Still feel your heat)
That lingering scent of perfume.
That lingering scent of perfume.
So till the judgment that yourself arise
you live in this, and dwell in lover’s eyes.
It's funny just how empty this house seems to be,
for some newly-weds. Couldn't tell you what I need.
I cleaned up all our pictures, your dresses and the bed,
Though you won't be coming back, I will never forget
the feel of your skin,
you're only six feet below me,
I'm crying, ’cause this is the farthest away
that you've ever been.
I've been lying here all along
Making love to the cold
Too afraid to go to bed all alone
I guess I'm just not that bold.
(Change the sheets)
Tried to get you out of this room.
(Still feel your heat)
That lingering scent of perfume.
Tried to get you out of this room.
That lingering scent of perfume.
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3. |
Ithaca Dusk
04:36
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“Ithaca Dusk” by Potion Cafe
I’ve had a treasure trove of time to think about you.
And I’ve got this notion in my mind that nothing is worth anything without you.
And we have shared the better ends of better days.
And everything that we’ve endured will show its jealous face.
Have you been dreaming? Stray thoughts will flutter from your mind.
You think of me as they go, and memories are all that’s left behind.
And do we seek the separate ends of separate ways?
And are we weak and selfish if we can’t stand to be afraid?
Love is keeping you near even when you’re not.
It’s staying sincere ’cause sometimes all we got is love
To quell our souls and tame our dreams.
Oh, our precious dreams…
The bells are ringing, sounding cheerfully for you.
Words are fleeting, swallowed up in euphoria.
And do you know you are glowing and it shows?
And we could ask for nothing more. The love that we’ve received will overflow.
And grow, and grow, and grow.
Love is keeping you near even when you’re not.
It’s staying sincere ’cause sometimes all we got is love
To quell our souls and tame our dreams.
Oh, our precious…
Love is keeping you near even when you’re not.
It’s staying sincere ’cause sometimes all we got is love
To quell our souls and tame our dreams.
One smile is good enough for me.
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