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Home pt. 2
07:15
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the wind crashed hard around your absence
turning in all you built
trading it for a weakness
the bridges you burn the walls
did you forget so easily
the world me made
out of promises and hope
now nothing
had it just been a plot to keep your hands buried in
while you waited for roses to grow
outside the wreckage of your restless apathy
the time and tones of wire rails and string
while we hid from the sun
and wandered mistakenly
towards glowing nights
planting seeds of time
in the twilight of misery
expecting to grow
healing in the light of love
but now all that grows here is
the shadow of your vacancy
a sorrow
a shame
a mirror maddening
but i loved the way you lived through your hands
but you closed them up as you pushed away into a dark sea
the harder you row the deeper you sink into obscurity
and i'm starting to forget the sound of your laugh
the day you disappeared from reach
was when you fell in love
with the sound of your own madness
the self-sustained blow of silence
all the hours could be yours
in the halls built by caring hearts
the ones you used up
burned up
to keep warm the little bit left of you
you flicker and burn away
like a funeral pyre on christmas
when all things should be safe and close
wrapped up in arms
now all i see is you at odds with your own memory
choosing secrecy and want
over a simple nature of gentle days
as the vines and weeds you've sown
strangle out your voice
out of memory
out of sight
out of mind
out of the home we could have made
had you stayed you
had you stayed
had you
how could you
however you still have me
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2. |
The Last Dream
04:31
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i want to wake in your forest
under your dancing leaves
with dreams alive
we can climb
you are everything
to me
golden nectar
the sun reflecting
off your face
blinding me
it's your smile lines
i need
burgundy across your shoulder
your neck twisted tight
feeding hungry hearts
you are my only dream
cold glimmer
the stars in shambles
kneeling before us
our kin
kissing feet
you know you know
you said
under the red light
a flower was listening
in the corner
and i wake from
the last dream
the lines are blurred
what did i see
i miss this
the certainty
does it exist
are we ever
to be
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The House Of Tomorrow Aberdeen, South Dakota
The House Of Tomorrow is a Hobo, a Trevor, a Slax, and a Jer. We do shoegazey and post punky noises fueled by the cold and the dark that is long winters.
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