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Softer
03:10
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I should’ve known better than to treat myself with such cruelty /
I should’ve been softer in the ways I taught myself to be free /
I should’ve known better that to place the weight of my world in you /
I should’ve been softer and considered the things that we’ve both been through
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Sleep next to me,
I’m not gon’ be here tomorrow.
You suggest,
We’re not each other’s property
(no less)
I want you to dance
without holding my tears in your hands,
so I’ll set you free…
but now and then I wish that you’d
sleep next to me.
Sleep next to me.
I know,
I know,
I know Im young and insecure,
Yeah, it’s unbecoming.
But I wore red for you today,
So let’s pretend we’ll make it anyway.
You want me to dance
with the promise we don’t stand a chance.
We sway in the breeze,
But now and then I wish that you’d,
Sleep next to me.
Sleep next to me.
If I’m not your girl,
why’d you put your pearls,
dangling on my neck,
dangling off the ledge.
If I’m just the boy,
to use up and enjoy,
dangling on your arm,
heart-shaped silver charm.
Dangling off your arm,
heart-shaped silver charm.
Dangling off your arm,
heart-shaped silver charm.
Dangling off your arm,
heart-shaped silver charm.
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3. |
Sunsets
03:41
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Sunsets in my mind,
All the time,
I don’t know why…
Butterfly,
Flying so high.
I don’t know why…
These are the things I wish I could say to you.
These are the moments I wish I could follow through.
Maybe some day we can meet up at our place,
And finally feel the sunset on our face.
Now there’s a light,
In the sky.
It’s in the night air.
The ride of time,
Ribbons are tied.
I’ll never leave the fair...
And these are the nights I wish I could be with you.
And these are the dreams I dream when the day is through.
Maybe some day we can rest when the day is done,
And finally feel our face against the sun.
Yellow sky,
Tears in my eyes.
You’re on my mind.
We said goodbye,
The way of life…
I don’t know why.
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4. |
Angel
02:18
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Tender and sweet,
your voice calls to me.
There is a nothingness sometimes inside me.
I hope you know,
where you go I'll go.
There is a lightness in you, there is plenty.
Plenty of thoughts that dance round' my head,
quiet down, quiet down,
lay them to bed.
When you close the door,
wish I could be more.
Time to be wrapped in your world and your body.
I can't believe that I found an angel,
lay next to me and boy I will tell ya,
the things you do,
that make me less blue tonight.
I can't believe that I get to hold you,
come close to me and boy I will show ya,
the way you love,
takes me above tonight.
The way you love,
takes me above tonight.
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5. |
Snow Falls Slow
04:39
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When did I get feelings of anger?
Bury them inside me.
When did I realize that there’s danger
buried deep inside me?
And when did I forget there’s a feeling
of you inside me?
I guess that there’s no right answer,
except for hiding.
Snow falls, snow falls,
slower than usual.
I know that there’s love between these lines.
Snow falls, snow falls,
slower than usual.
I guess it’s cause’ I’m inside my mind.
My mind, my mind,
Buried inside my mind.
I close my eyes,
am I seeing reality?
Seeing new beginnings.
Translucent hands,
moving fast, what you do to me?
I do to myself… pity.
And when did I constantly need to clear my throat?
Forming up a river.
So many thoughts brushing up, pouring out me…
guess there’s no right answer.
Snow falls, snow falls,
slower than usual.
I know that there’s love between these lines.
Snow falls, snow falls,
slower than usual.
I guess it’s cause’ I’m inside my mind.
My mind, my mind,
Buried inside my mind.
Look through a window,
like a captive,
do I captivate you?
Twiddling my thumbs,
from the madness,
do I aggravate you?
Snow falls, snow falls,
slower than usual.
I know that there’s love between these lines.
Snow falls, snow falls,
slower than usual.
I guess it’s cause’ I’m inside my mind.
My mind, my mind,
Buried inside my mind.
When did I get feelings of anger?
Bury them inside me.
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6. |
Seasons of Doubt
04:00
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Never felt like I belonged to anywhere,
Except maybe Montreal
But I was younger then, younger than I am now,
And I could jump but never fall
Time escapes me and I escape you
Never knowing just what I want to do
And so I’ve been living through seasons of doubt,
I feel so much older than I should feel now,
Hope time has a way of just figuring it out
Then I could be leaving these seasons of doubt.
Sometimes I go back home, to see my girls, they lift me up,
“Hey how you been? Your eyes look tough.”
Sometimes I reach for you, hoping that I could be enough
I write down songs that sound like love
Time escapes me and I escape you,
Never knowing just what I ought’ to do
And so I’ve been living through seasons of doubt,
I feel so much older than I should feel now,
Hope time has a way of just figuring it out
Then I could be leaving these seasons of doubt.
And so I’ve been living through seasons of doubt,
I feel so much older than I should feel now,
Hope time has a way of just figuring it out
Then I could be leaving these seasons of doubt,
yeah, I could be leaving these seasons of doubt.
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7. |
Showgirl Syndrome
03:42
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The crucifix by the window
makes me fear it might be a bad day.
The light bouncing off of Jesus' hands
while my hand slowly slides past my waist.
I sing all my hopes for tomorrows
not happy, not sad, but okay.
I dance in the kitchen like a goddamn showgirl,
and I give myself all the bouquets.
I don't know what I'm running from,
running from,
running from,
it's a pity.
I don't know what I'm running from,
but myself,
and this song,
and the city.
And if there's a God,
they ain't showing me.
Or maybe I've worn myself out in the dance to Just Be.
I look for cities in lovers,
like walking through streets to what's been.
He looks like a West End I could have called home,
so I lock my doors, scream,
"don't come in".
I don't know what I'm running from,
running from,
running from,
it's a pity.
I don't know what I'm running from,
but myself,
and this song,
and the city.
And if there's a God,
they ain't showing me.
Or maybe I've worn myself out in the dance to Just Be.
And I waited all night at the park to hear an apology...
And it shows that I'm young and I'm bored,
and I'm hopeful which isn't easy.
The crucifix by the window
makes me fear it might be a bad day.
It's taken me this long to write you a song,
cause' it's so hard to sing a Sorry.
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Pansy Boys Toronto, Ontario
toronto based music act trying to add a little queer light into the world.
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