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Magic Act
05:06
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We went to the racetrack
to get eaten by hounds
and they swallowed us whole
but couldn't keep us down
walked to the circus
to see a magic act
but we came back minstrels
in plague doctor masks
drove to the shoreline
to watch the earth drown
but we woke in the summer
with plants in our mouths
We went to the circus
to get lost in the crowd
but we kept our magic
we were too proud
I bet you dream in color
I bet you pray out loud
You're so full of ideas
And I'm running out
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Circus Song
03:23
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Circus songs
falling with maple leaves
from high in the orange dawn
sounds like one thousand seas
Treasure maps
leading me home again
gardens and stone laid paths
Strayed too far from them
and so what if we don't have the courage to see
we are far better of than the ones who tried and could never believe
and the jasmine breeze
stuck with the swaying clouds
rolling up our long sleeves
to let in the blooming ground
its a long walk, I know, but when we arrive
we will be greeted like royalty. once long lost and thought to have died
the softened earth
that falls from the rotting pines
just like our fickle worth
Only there half the time
So hope when I jump there'll be something below
For I am afraid there's a future that I can't help but to never know
All of those angels that once called our names
were blown far away, now no ones to blame
but ourselves and our magic
and the man in the moon
for stealing our small hearts
and giving us nothing but rules \
(melody)
So play me a circus song
but loud enough for everyone
You've always known all the words
you always right all my wrongs
Circus songs, play me your favorite one
Ill sing with you beside the twisting days
and be terrified there's an awful lot of places that we'll never get to
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Our Only Home
03:47
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The western wall with old French doors
chipped the whitewash when we were bored
to only find the brickwork underneath
Those leather books on dusty shelves
house solid proof of our younger selves
we dare not open anything like that
The rustic scents of this dying age
will stay with us after we change
from creatures into statues into dirt
And in the mornings timid glow
we could shed these rags and grow our own
and leave no trace of anything naive
The train to Boston quickly stirred
our ancient dreams of perfect worlds
and we grew up faster than we had in years
We've too gone far from all who cared
Now no one seems to know we're scared
that if we sleep we might just look our age
So the night was made of tired laughs
Familiar stories over thunderclaps
as we tried to milk the hours clean and dry
The windows have been open for three days
so far it hasn't rained
So when Jesus calls our names
we will hear for sure his praise
to us for knowing what we gave
We gave our childhood
the precious evening
our very likeness with
grass stained knees
we gave our home
we fled the country
and our careless meaning
of piled leaves
we gave
our winter games and our tarnished crowns
to the safety of the soil where our feet are sweetly bound
our final leaps for old rusted gold
no longer out of reach now, so we're wishing we were bold
enough to
try once more
and know for sure
our worth
And in the mornings timid glow
we shed those rags and grew our own
and left no trace so no one would believe
when Jesus calls our names
we will hear for sure his praise
to us for knowing what we gave
We gave our childhood
the precious evening
our very likeness with
grass stained knees
we gave our home
we fled the country
and our careless meaning
of piled leaves
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The snow begins to fall, they walk like ants
we see this as a mouse would
we see it as a bird
their parents all are sleeping
with quiet lives indoors
and when they wake
they won't move much at all
The smoke begin to rise, a fading light
we see it like a man would
we see this as a child
The suburbs are asleep now
all but one little fire
it hardly catches
and we cant see much at all
Little fire
deep inside their bones
Little fire
make me feel so old
Little fire
Wont last the year
keep me up all night
keep me up all night
like strangers voices
answers you wont find
We scarcely see their faces
We barely hear the wind
We see this as a light then as the stars
We see it though his eyes and passing cars
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