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River
02:35
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I tried to fight the frost
with fire and I lost.
I thawed a lot of ice.
I thought I got it right,
but it's too damn cold
and my coals can't hold their own.
I'm over my head
in a bone dry riverbed.
Goodbye my friend.
I'll see you when winter ends
and the weather's warm enough to swim.
When the mountains send
their burden down
and turn
the river wide again.
'till then
I'll dream in my bed alone
of a stream in a bed of stone
stained black with ash and soot.
And I'll watch that thin line
as it bends and winds
until it finds its way
to the only home it knows.
And I'll try to fight the frost.
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I'm coming home tomorrow
bringing bags back packed with broken bones
'cause I can't stand to leave them here alone.
Knowing no one wants them
even though they've got so much to give
and their only sin was living until they gave in.
I'm coming home tomorrow
and I'm hoping open arms aren't far away
when I come crawling to your door
calling please forgive me.
I'll write you a letter
dear, apologies and all you want to hear.
Apologies my dear.
I will be too honest;
tell you all I've wanted to say;
news you never knew you had to know before today.
I'm writing you a letter
that I hope you never read.
You won't need to see what's written
to know you're getting a better sight of me.
All my long lost friends
who helped me haunt the empty road
are still what I miss the most
as California's golden ghost.
All my long lost friends
still haunt the empty roads.
The one I miss the most
is California's golden ghost.
I'm coming home tomorrow
bringing bags back packed with broken bones.
I can't stand to leave them here alone.
Knowing no one wants them
even though they've got some life left to live
and their only sin was giving until they gave in.
I'm coming home tomorrow
and I'm hoping open arms aren't far away
when I come crawling to your door
calling please forgive me.
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High
04:03
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I have known love
to rise above
all of the heights I longed for
before I belonged to one.
The heights I've fallen from.
When I hit the ground
I found the friends that I had let down.
Friends I thought were gone forever
were waiting to welcome me home again.
They said, "Welcome home, welcome home,
Come home"
Now, I've known love.
Yes, I have known love.
And I know of no love
hiding above the white
that can rise above the light
of the glow from below.
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Low
05:02
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As the whale holds his breath
and tries to find a private place to hide
when he dives into the dark and unknowable depths
and buries himself alive.
As the tree in the wind
who screams when she learns
that she will need to abandon her life of silence.
She will bend she will give in.
Sometimes we need to let ourselves be destroyed
by the things that are the best for us in our lives.
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