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Introduction
01:57
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Everything I Think About
03:20
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I used to do things. I used to pick sides. And I imagine that I used to make a ton of people smile.
I wish I knew things instead of nothing, because then I wouldn't need to say I'm sorry all the time. But if I had to, at least it'd be true, and you'd believe it. Our words would not get lost in the crowd.
When I think about everything I think about, all I know is that I think too much. When I think about all the things that I think I know, all I know is that they don't add up to much.
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Hearts and Minds
04:34
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Thaw
04:02
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Quand je t'ai vu travers la rue, je t'ai dit que je suis tellement froid.
I don't know why I'm so cold.
J'ai manqué la lune, je me manque de mes bottes. Je t'ai dit que je suis tellement froid. Tu as voulu voyager le monde, mais je t'ai dit que je suis tellement froid.
And I wish that you could teach me to thaw. I've been too cold for years now.
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The Poet
05:36
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Waking up after the sun is already gone, the poet spends the day crafting misunderstanding.
The poet tells a lie, then smudges it with truth: the art of writing is failure and loss.
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Ark Apprehensive
03:45
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I am a sleeping body
Hulling down the night,
And you the dream I ferry
To shores of light.
I sleep that you may wake,
That the black sea
May not gape sheer under you
As he does for me.
(Lyrics by Jay Macpherson)
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The Two Elements
03:32
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Fire told Water, "I'm going to burn this sucker down," but Water didn't pay any attention.
Fire caught a spark. Fire started to ignite. Still Water said, "I'm going to put that Fire out."
Fire raged. Fire started to explode. Fire raged and Water watched as it all burned away.
Water sat down. Water wished that he could cry. He said to himself, "I could have put that Fire out."
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Arsaniit
03:41
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They were dancing in the sky, leading us back home. Spirits I don't trust made me wish that I had more belief, but I can wait for it. I will wait for it.
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Last time I thought about you, I was passed out on my kitchen floor, drunk again. The refrigerator door not quite closed.
When I woke up, I drank coffee with sour milk. It was a metaphor for what we used to be.
And I'm so sick of these drunken dreams.
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