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Rabbit in a Snare
You have caught me.
I am tangled in your snare.
Like a rabbit in a catch
I lay helpless on my back.
And I will wait there
I will wait there
I will wait there
For you.
I have baited all my traps.
My resolve has collapsed.
But I know
I will wait there,
I will wait there,
Until you go.
We'll be so happy in our house downtown
We'll ride our bikes to school in the morning
While cars crash outside of our windows.
On an airplane
Kissing like in films
Our hands knit together
As we look out on the wing.
And we're both ill from chasing.
Our time apart is wasted.
In your absence
It feels like my heart will rust.
I will wait there
I will wait there
For you.
We'll be so happy in our house downtown
We'll ride our bikes to school in the morning
While cars crash outside of our windows.
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I'll Love You Until My Veins Explode
We've got hearts like broken glass
Making angels out of ash
While we stare up at the sun
And suck the clouds into our lungs.
And i'll think of times like these
As I wander down the street
In a nameless part of town
Past houses emptied of your sound.
And I know you'll write to me
About all the things you'll see
In the cities of the old christian empire.
In the absence of advice
Don't think you haven't got me right.
You've got me right.
You've got wooden bones you Trojan horse.
I let your soldiers in my fort.
When you burned my cities down
You left your salt all in my ground.
Like St. Sebastian on a tree
I've got your arrows stuck in me.
It hurts too much to pull them out
So I'll cut holes into my coat.
It's like the books I didn't read.
Made up the ends through summary.
It's like a film seen through a crack
Too small to see the players act.
And I know you'll write to me
About all the things you'll see
In the cities of the old christian empire.
1000 paper cranes for you.
You cut my paper heart in two.
And though you left me in the cold
I'll love you until my veins explode.
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Out On The Horse Tracks
03:37
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Out On The Horse Tracks
Rush right out like horses onto the track
Quite unaware of the riders on our back.
Taking prods and kicks like kisses from our friends.
As we round the bend our eyes fixed on the end.
We all want the wreath around our necks
Those flowers on our chest
Someone to lie in our beds
And when the dust fills up my lungs
I will be there at the end.
And when my legs crumble under my weight
I will be there at the end.
Looking up from a thousand feet blow
The surface is bright.
I put my shoes on at the door
And walk out onto the floor
under mechanism more than my will
The machines moan like sleeping monks
Just flip a switch to begin
and let the blood move like traffic again
All the girls look like they're under glass
Their faces pale and cold
Just sad enough to make me want them all
And the boys are like statues too
They never move.
They're models of the modern cool.
Looking up from a thousand feet blow
The surface is bright.
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Milkrun (EP Version)
04:00
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Milkrun
A choir of helicopters
Hovering like insects on a corpse
Float like cinders as they go.
I arrived here at 18
With the fat of a golden age
And all the ignorance of youth.
You know it's a shame
That alone all that grows
Are fields of stone
And creeping weeds that parch the soil.
From the hospital bed
I'll write you letters with a false name.
I see the parachutes
They billow in the fallow fields
And swell like blisters in the air.
I am right here
I am waiting
I'm Hadrian as he built the wall.
I only wanted you to know.
You know it's a shame
That alone all that grows
Are fields of stone
And creeping weeds that parch the soil.
From the hospital bed
I'll write you letters with a false name.
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The Paper Cranes Victoria, British Columbia
The Paper Cranes are a husband and wife indie-pop band from Victoria, British Columbia whose specialty is crafting infectiously melodic pop songs that make you want to dance until you pass out and cry into your pillow at the very same time.
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