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Acquainted with the Night
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,
But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
A luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.
Silent Drums
With the last kiss of summer on the lips of the year
The dogs lie still, the clock chimes 12 and I fear
That I'll lose my self, oh, my hands are tied and bound,
But I know now is happening.
Have I lived my life with no lessons learned at all
and did I miss the starting gun I don't know,
In the antisceptic when the light shines in,
I know now is happening.
From the corner of the western isles to the peak of the antipodes,
We are marching to the silent drums,
Listen can you hear them?
The dew laced cobwebs decorate the fresh day in the frail dawn
And the long dark nights and the chimneys rise with the news of the season.
All our endless numbered days in a melody, lover do you believe?
From the sun rising in the east to the dawn across the Hebrides, we are marching to the silent drums, listen!
From the corner of the western isles to the peak of the antipodes,
We are marching to the silent drums,
Listen can you hear them?
Oh my love, save my soul 'cause now is happening.
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One Day At A Time
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One Day At A Time
Whenever I tried, I tried my hardest,
Whenever I promised you, I gave my word with our an alibi,
Whenever I told you I'd never again, I meant it, every word.
Whenever I rose with a fear in my heart without recollection,
Whenever I told you I've been so sick and tired of being so sick and tired,
Whenever I cried changing sheets in the morning
I meant it, every word.
Whenever I was home, the more you were alone,
I paid the price and I'll try to love you one day at a time.
I know I've caused you pain but every day I'll try to make amends,
I paid my price and I'll try to love you one day at a time.
Now that I know that in order to love, I have to remember,
Now that I know that in order to grow I have to let it go,
Now that I know where the first one will take me,
I've been powerless.
Whenever I was home, the more you were alone,
I paid the price and I'll try to love you one day at a time.
I know I've caused you pain but every day I'll try to make amends,
I paid my price and I'll try to love you one day at a time.
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Skin & Bones
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Wanderlust
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Wanderlust
Pack my sorrow up and give myself away to some novel adventure, the seven seas I'll sail.
I'll be a seafaring pilgrim, there'll be no compass for me,
if I partner the ocean and I quiver knock-kneed.
While the tides they rise around me and I know that it's time to go,
the tides they rise around me and I know that it's time to go.
Oh, how landlocked lies London, but there's a tune whistled still,
down cobbles and amber and all along the fey Primrose Hill.
Hark the tides rise to offer me, some escape from her verse,
If I roll on the ocean, I'll be lost to her curse
While the tides they rise around me and I know that it's time to go,
the tides they rise around me and I know that it's time to go.
Hallelujah I know now, lord it's now that I know,
oh, the roll of the jetsam and the ebb and the flow,
Hallelujah I know now, lord it's now that I know,
oh, the drift of the treasure, I've been asleep in the hold,
while the tides they rise around me and I know.
You may remember me fondly, you may bid me farewell,
you may speak of my legend and all your friends you can tell,
whenever I've shoreleave, you'll see how different I'll be,
with my port and my starboard and all the secrets I've gleaned.
While the tides they rise around me and I know that it's time to go,
the tides they rise around me and I know that it's time to go.
Hallelujah I know now, lord it's now that I know,
oh, the roll of the jetsam and the ebb and the flow,
Hallelujah I know now, lord it's now that I know,
oh, the drift of the treasure, I've been asleep in the hold,
while the tides they rise around me and I know.
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