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i slip into the drawing room, it contains a bookcase
i slip into the drawing room, it contains a bookcase
i sit by the window
i sit by the window
in between the curtain and the stone
i am alone
i sit by the window
i sit by the window
in between the pages of my book
i am alone
i press my hand to the cold glass
protecting me from the storm
how i long to stay at the window
i return to my book
i see the frost and snow
i see the rocks below
i see solitary landscapes
i see fields of wildflowers
i see theifs fighting
i see ships on a torpid sea
i see sparrows flying
i see the sun on a summer afternoon
i see the sand of an island beach
i see the alpine earth covered in trees
i wish i could go
i wish i could go alone
i wish i could go
i wish i could go alone
with the page, child as i was/i am
i can feel the wind, on my skin
the air of a different place
fills my lungs
and i am happy
and i fear nothing
and i am happy
and i fear nothing
and i am happy
and i fear nothing
and i am happy
and i fear nothing
i am happy
i fear nothing
i am happy
i fear nothing nothing
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2. |
the red room
03:19
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god won’t hear me, no one hears me
i am alone, i am alone
i am cold as stone
all looks colder in the hollow of the glass
there’s a strange little figure gazing back
like the phantoms that rise from the moors
my heart beats thick, my blood is warm
my heart beats thick, my blood is warm
the sun is gone
there’s only the chill of the air and the quiet dust
my heart beats thick, my blood is warm
my heart beats thick, my blood is warm
why did they send me so far and lonely
up where the moors spread and grey rocks are piled?
men are hard-hearted and kind angels only
watch o’er the steps of the poor orphan child
there is a thought that if strength should avail me
long is the way and the clear stars beam wild
heav’n is a home, in his mercy and blessing
god is a friend to the poor orphan child
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i am on the moors
00:29
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i am on the moors
i hear the river on the rocks
behind my house
and i feel the wind pulling me up
pushing me forward, soft against my skin
pulling me up pushing me forward
soft against my skin against my skin against my skin
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5. |
what just happened?
01:39
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what just happened? what what just happened?
i don’t know, i don’t know
what just happened? what what just happened?
i will think of something else, think of something else to think about
about, about, about, about, about, about
i sleep deeply, and i dream of wild waters, waters,
pulling me down beneath the surface, til i drown, til i drown
i feel light, though i’m sinking, though i’m dreaming of water tonight
i feel light, though i’m sinking , though i’m dreaming of water tonight
what just happened? what just happened?
i don’t know, i don’t know
what just happened? what what just happened?
i will think of something else, think of something else to think about
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i lie awake trying not to think of him
what haunts his mind
with the cold cold wind raving by
i close my eyes
why am i thinking of him am i thinking of him
why am i thinking of him am i thinking of him
why am i thinking of him am i thinking of
i want to fall asleep so i can dream of something else
why am i thinking of him am i thinking of him
why am i thinking of him am i thinking of him
why am i thinking of him am i thinking of
i want to fall asleep so i can dream of something else
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7. |
the party
04:48
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i dreamed it would be nameless bliss
as i loved, loved to be
to this person did i confess
as blind as eagerly
but wide as pathless was the space
that lay our lives between
and dangerous as the rising waves
of ocean-surges green
i am not looking at the door
i am not looking at the door
i am not looking at the door
but i see him come in
i look down i try to read
try to only need
the letters that i see
i know i don’t mean anything
i can’t think he would care for me
i can’t think that he meant anything, he said
last time i saw him
who has he been with where has he been
i feel so far from him
the blood pales from my skin
my eyes are drawn involuntarily to his face
it’s golden pleasure with a steely point of agony
what force put my feelings in his power?
he made me love him without looking at me
i fear he will turn to look right at me
i hope he will turn to look right at me
something in my nerves and blood ties me to him
did i not just forbid myself to think of this?
i cannot hope, he does not care for me a bit
yet while i breathe and i think i must love him
he does not care for me a bit
yet while i breathe and i think i must love him, love him
my love has sworn, with sealing kiss
with me to live—to die
i have at last my nameless bliss
as i love—loved am i
her coming was my hope each day
her parting was my pain
the chance that did her steps delay
was ice in every vein
the tones that sever the air stop my feet
his voice finds a way
to awaken my feelings strangely
i make my leave, i make my leave
my love has sworn, with sealing kiss
with me to live—to die
i have at last my nameless bliss
as i love—loved am i
my love has placed his perfect hand
with noble faith in mine
i dreamed it would be nameless bliss
as i love—loved am i
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8. |
the proposal
01:57
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rain starts to fall from the sky
but we don’t go inside the house
clouds darken all that I see
oh I must be in a dream
never been so close to someone else
it’s not like me
to hold his hand
to feel so happy
rain rushes down
he hurries me through the grounds to the house
he is taking off my cloak
he is taking down my hair
i don’t know what i’m doing
i don’t know what i’m thinking
what i’m doing i don’t i don’t i don’t i don't
i am happy i am happy
i am happy i am happy
i am happy i am happy
i am happy i am happy
i am happy i am happy
i am happy i am happy
i look up
everything is in shadow
it feels so warm to be close to somebody.
i didn’t know
i don’t wanna go
don’t don’t let go don’t let go
don’t let go don’t let go
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9. |
am i dreaming?
03:22
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before dawn comes i wake
i must be still asleep
before birds sing i lay
and think of what he said to me
never been so close to someone else
it’s not like me
to smooth my hair
to blush at nothing, nothing
am i dreaming dreaming dreaming
am i dreaming still
i cannot be sure i’m not
until i see him, until, until
my face looks different today
i feel warm still from last night
i feel soft and light
i feel warm still from last night
am i dreaming dreaming dreaming
am i dreaming still
i cannot be sure i’m not
until i see him, until, until
i’m not sure that i don’t live in a haze
the rain clouds my memory
all i know is i feel so out of place
the dawn questions memory
his hands on my face
it seems unreal today
his hands holding my waist
it seems to clear today
never been so close to someone
never felt my pulse race in my veins
never felt the warmth of someone
never felt my pulse race in my veins
it’s new to me
to long for him
and feel so happy
don’t let go don’t let go don’t let go
it’s here it’s not a dream oh
don’t let go don’t let go don’t let go
it’s yours it’s yours it’s a memory
i don’t know i don’t know
am i dreaming dreaming dreaming
am i dreaming still
i cannot be sure i’m not
until i see him, until, until
my face looks different today
i feel warm still from last night
i feel soft and light
i feel warm still from last night
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10. |
(the play breaks)
00:46
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11. |
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i sit by the window
in between the pages of my book i am alone
i press my hand to the warm glass
protecting me from the sun
how i long to stay at the window
i return to my book
i see the trees of a wooded hill
i see a rocky cliff with birds flying down
i wish i could go i wish i could go alone
i wish i could go
i wish i could go alone
with the page child as i was i am i can feel the wind on my skin
the air of a different place fills my lungs
and i am happy
and i fear nothing
and i am happy
and i fear nothing
and i am happy
and i fear nothing
and i am happy
and i fear nothing, nothing
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12. |
wake up, wake up
00:27
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wake up, wake up
wake up from the dream
wake up, wake up
you don’t see what you see
it isn’t real, it isn’t real
so you don’t need to feel so
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13. |
the moors
03:16
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it comes in full, the torrent, pour oh pour, over me
water come into my soul, i sink i feel no standing
i come into deep water, deep water
floods overflow, overflow me
it comes in full, the torrent, pour oh pour, over me
water come into my soul, i sink i feel no standing
i come into deep water, deep water
floods overflow, overflow me
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