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Intro
01:15
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2. |
Absent
02:39
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Skipping stones across our home
A heart of gold is now made of stone
But I’ll try to work this out while you take your best-known detour
Too many instances I find myself tasting concrete with my knees
I reach out for a hand that’s not there
I reach out to a father that doesn’t care
Well I’m not saying that I comprehend what this ordeal means to you but I’m just hoping that you’ll come to know that letting go won’t pull you through, or rid this troubled household of your gloom. But don’t mistaken me, this is not a state of pointing fingers now – instead I’ll pray that it dawns on you the price of what we’ve been trying so hard to keep alive
Skipping stones across our home
A parent’s love is now set in stone
But I’ll try to keep you close even though I know that I’ll be alone
Too many instances I fail to fix my eyes on the miles ahead
I reach out for a hand that’s not there
I reach out to a father that doesn’t care
If a child’s love could build a stairway and this hopeful longing could pave a lane, I would walk the path to heaven just to bring you back again
Stay
I’d give my life away if I could have you by our sides
I’d give my life away if that could mean you’d stay
And every day will end the same, because it’s me that’s afraid of change
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3. |
The Journalist
03:45
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We’re all too tired to feel like we are moving forward
For each step that is made means we’re growing older
Not wiser, just colder
In a mind where a glass is never half full
Who can I fault for thinking like this?
I’d raise my finger but yours points back at me
So I’m rooted at the same old place
Trying to teach myself to listen and how to agree
Never ever have I gave my all for anyone before
Never ever have I thought I’d walk away for something more
Never ever have I felt that I would come to let this go
Never ever have I thought I’d find myself in this state of heartbreak and misery, and the only thing I’d think of is running away -- resigning to the fact that nothing stays the same
Well then, I guess it’s time to move on
You’ll be the voice that tells me that my judgment was wrong
But I’d turn a deaf ear to your words of caution
Because no one gives up on the ones they love
And I’ve learned to say that it’s okay
Just to reassure the rest that I’ll live for another day
I long to know how it feels to be happy
And to have someone that means the world to me
But things change, so don’t you ever tell yourself that you’re trying too hard
Cause winter comes and it never goes
The warmth of the summer sun I will never know
Not everything has to be perfect
Maybe I don’t ever want to be perfect
Cause it’s these words that know me best,
and described you more than any painting ever could
But these words, I don’t know them yet
So I’ll let the pages tell my story if they would
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4. |
Interlude
01:35
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5. |
Quietly Now
03:29
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Could you ever imagine how the days inched by while you’re lying beneath my feet?
I wrapped my hands around the postcards that you sent and all your little gifts
Well I’ve never believed in dreams but it’s the only place that you’re still here with me
To have you in my reach and to feel you again is my only last wish
And I still cry your name, over and over and over and over. “My darling, your life was sweet,” I’d tell to myself, time and again and again.
But no, I’m still that fool – I’m grasping tight, holding to all that is left.
I wish that you could hear me speak – so I’ll keep holding on, holding till there’s nothing left.
I can’t sleep because the pain has sunk into my skin
It’s come to show that maybe nothing is my everything
I can’t sleep because you linger and still haunt my dreams
It’s come to show that maybe nothing is my everything
Every move I’ve ever took some to ponder and to make, is now a sandbag which will hamper paths that I may choose to take. But if I never tried, well someday it might all just be too late. Remorse is something that I will never feel upon my deathbed (Remorse is something I won’t feel)
I said I’m sorry but then again, what are these words worth?
I clasp my hands in prayer, knowing that I will never be heard
Take me to the brink and watch me fall
Take me to the brink and let me reassess
Take me to the brink and watch me fall
Take me to the brink and let me reassess this
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6. |
Misadventures
04:09
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Spare a moment and see how far we’ve come
Movie dates, dinner treats and cigarettes in the park
I can see clearer now and my intention stays unchanged
Then take me back to the spot I fell, walk away and disregard my cries for help
I guess that’s an easier way to inch away from the promises we’ve made
No I’ll never get to sleep, and I’ll never get to pull through
Maybe I’m a thoughtless hypocrite
that can’t tell right from wrong
But I only have myself to blame
guess it’s true -- people really do change
But thank god you don’t ever have to walk in my shoes
The roads I have to walk aren’t the ones I get to choose
So don’t you let me get too far from you
let me get too far from you
This is what I think I’ll fear the most
and you will miss me when I’m gone
Baby won’t you save those words for me?
Don't you take them back
Maybe I’m a thoughtless hypocrite
that can’t tell right from wrong
But I only have myself to blame
guess it’s true -- people really do change
But thank god you don’t ever have to walk in my shoes
The roads I've walked aren’t the ones I get to choose
That’s what love really does to you
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7. |
Cliffhanger
03:57
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This is a story of a cliffhanger, clinging on for his dearest life. He could feel his fingernails slowly tearing away from his skin as he hung miles above the surface of the reaper’s reach.
And then he remembered how he carved their names in the sand, and how this world has once again loosened its grip on his hands. Well it scares him how vividly he could recall, that day he was replaced with grief, despair and nothing more. His legs buckled under the hefty weight of the truth, as the sinking sensation permeates his consciousness like a sedative.
At the funeral, they said his father had been a brave man and was too young to die, and the child he had been asked, “Why hadn’t he told me goodbye?” All he left was a mourning crowd in the dark shroud, a rusted pocket watch and a sleek fountain pen he would bring around. And he questions, “How many lives have not been saved?” Where does he put his faith in when God seems so far away?
Fifteen years have gone but the wounds still hurt the same, “I’ve got to be truthfully honest but the days have not gotten better ever since.” We think about these fleeting years, instantly gone for good. I never blamed you and I never would - but I’d go back in time, if only I could.
Love will be forever, it’s a promise that will last. So smile, live, love and move on, now that my time with you has passed. “Grieve not for me, you are the backbone of this family tree”, that resonating whisper he found so familiar would finally set him free.
If a child’s love could build a stairway and this hurtful longing could pave a lane, I’d walk the path to heaven just to bring you back again.
There’s nothing left to say except I miss you everyday.
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False Plaintiff Singapore
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