1. |
She Loves Ugly
04:00
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Saw you on the platform with your sundress on
My reflection staring back at me (I see you smile)
Overheard somehow you'll meet up at 4:04
And in a breath there standing next to me (I see him – sigh)
Secret's out and how the world revolves around you
She embraces every flaw and every "Oh My God"
Hang my head for shame that fit the list goes on and on
Secret's out and she loves ugly everyone but you
Hand-in-hand with Mr. Mustache rag (the irony)
His complexion trading shots with me (I see you smile)
You love the way he puts his t-shirt on (oh what a feat)
Wish I could suspend my disbelief (I see him – sigh)
Secret's out and how the world revolves around you
She embraces every flaw and every "Oh My God"
Hang my head for shame that fit the list goes on and on
Secret's out and she loves ugly everyone but you
Saw you on the platform with your sundress on (sundress on)
My reflection staring back at me (and we both smile)
Secret's out and how the world revolves around you
She embraces every flaw and every "Oh My God"
Hang my head for shame that fit the list goes on and on
Secret's out and she loves ugly everyone but you
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2. |
Grey Skies
03:15
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Grey skies around
Underneath a twelve ton sky
On a Tuesday crashing down without warning
Your mind's made up (I'm gone)
Your mind's made up I have no say
You gave up (I'm gone)
In a place where I can't stay
Hanging around
Of all the things I'd trade
September has no sound
Wave goodbye and fade
Hanging around
Of all the things I'd trade
September's haunted sound
Regrets are all you've made
With my hands bound
Underneath a twelve ton sky
We regret to inform you we don't need you here anymore
Your mind's made up (I'm gone)
Your mind's made up I have no say
You gave up (I'm gone)
In a place where I can't stay
Hanging around
Of all the things I'd trade
September has no sound
Wave goodbye and fade
Hanging around
Of all the things I'd trade
September's haunted sound
Regrets are all you've made
Hanging around
Of all the things I'd trade
September has no sound
Wave goodbye and fade
Hanging around
Of all the things I'd trade
September's haunted sound
Regrets are all you've made
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3. |
First and Last
03:33
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You were the first one, you were the last one
And all that's in between are lost ones
Radio waves all static and stutter
It's your pulse I feel it's your voice that I wanna hear
Gone gone away at dawn dawn today
And we repeat this trial repeat this cycle
Going up in flames
But I say "I'm yours" anyway
You were the first one, you were the last one
To remind me that I've got one (chance to make things right)
Flood the airwaves screaming your name
A sudden impulse to feel a fear I haven't felt in years
Gone gone away at dawn dawn today
And we repeat this trial repeat this cycle
Going up in flames
But I say "I'm yours" anyway
June comes and she goes
Kay says "Just you wait there's more. You'll find out."
A winter then a new bloom T says "Just you wait there's more. You'll find out"
A more familiar tune
New address a change of plans
D says "Just you wait there's more"
We'll find out we always do
Gone gone away at dawn dawn today
And we repeat this trial repeat this cycle
Going up in flames
But I say "I'm yours" anyway
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4. |
One Year
03:37
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This house has never felt so cold
This room has never felt so alone
This photograph reminds me just how easy you could hide from me
Here is the place that we called home – our conversations
In your eyes there's a choir that sings a never-ending
Refrain that says you'll never see the light, you'll never feel the same way
In my mind, I'd tell those angels to sing a never-ending
Refrain just to make it all alright and we'd always feel the same way
One year delayed
These are the hands I used to hold
This is the window where I'd see you alone
These are the photos when you smiled and when we danced until the dawn
Here is the place that we called home – our conversations
In your eyes there's a choir that sings a never-ending
Refrain that says you'll never see the light, you'll never feel the same way
In my mind, I'd tell those angels to sing a never-ending
Refrain just to make it all alright and we'd always feel the same way
One year delayed
This is the song we used to sing
These were the notes I used to know
This was the last time when we said goodbye and kissed until the dawn
Here is the place that we called home – our conversations
In your eyes there's a choir that sings a never-ending
Refrain that says you'll never see the light, you'll never feel the same way
In my mind, I'd tell those angels to sing a never-ending
Refrain just to make it all alright and we'd always feel the same way
One year delayed
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5. |
For Autumn
03:49
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Same old story
Different surroundings
Always holding back
The thoughts I've drowned again
I've never seen you this way before
Beautiful, your face, lit up by a rose
This isn't for Autumn
This is for you, this is for you
Nashville sky again
Statues all around me
Reflections holding on to
The things I've lost instead
I've never seen you this way before
Beautiful, your face, lit up by a rose
This isn't for Autumn
This is for you, this is for you
Statues and silhouettes
Are dwarfing my existence
My heart is hanging
On the words of my last breath
I've never seen you this way before
Beautiful, your face, lit up by a rose
This isn't for Autumn
This is for you, this is for you
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Torch Singer Chicago, Illinois
Sometimes just hanging out with your friends is better than quarreling with them to make things right. No need to find the "ideal" – just have fun. Equal parts brown and white skin, the six members create pop melodies for long Midwestern summer drives and cold Chicago nights. The boys and girls of Torch Singer have one aim: to find their way into your ears and hearts. ... more
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