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1. Anatomy [lyrics]
I match too well
Closed but close I matched you down
Down to the ghost words
Silver tongues can't wrap around
The way we use our bodies like knives

I wrote my lines
Closed but closely watched your moving eyes
Gave wrong words time
To move themselves through muscles in design

Sharpening our bodies like knives
To match the cutting edges of our sharp young minds

I matched what I thought
But the brain's a bad heart
Tends to feelings it tears apart

Hold me closely
Hold me closely
Sharp and lonely
Hold me closely

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2. White Noise [lyrics]
The air in between us is white with the noise
Of the promises, promises made to ourselves

The water around us is brine with the salt
Of the stinging white promises made to ourselves
And though you made no sound, I can still feel the noise
Of the promises, promises fall to the ground on the
Backs of the poplar leaves, weighing them down

The membrane between us is startless and endless
And white with the noise of the promises, promises

You made no sound, but I still feel the noise
Of the stinging white promises weighing me down

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3. Text Edit [lyrics]
Look at you, you're like a sunlit dog
Glowing down to your marrow
Rest assured of a certain end
In the warmth of the morning

Find a trail, blaze it, make your own light
Or it was over from the moment you looked over your shoulder
With your arm around her

I am better in theory than I am applied
A train of thought without a station
If you read me by the morning light
You're gonna lose me in translation

Find a trail, blaze it, make your own light
Or it was over from the moment you looked over your shoulder
With your arm around her

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4. Thin Wolves [lyrics]
Exit the show, a brisk midnight stroll back under the covers. On my friend's grandmother's couch in my clothes I awoke, cut from a dream of you in your rubber boots two feet from the ground in my snakebitten arms. It was bliss, but in the waking hours we are thin wolves with no collars - surviving on the scraps of each other, whispering in long baited breaths over one another. I'm always dreaming of sleeping 'cause in sleeping dreams you are mine. The waking hours lack lustre and my downtown gait is pained. You are the lamb, the prize, dear.

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5. Time [lyrics]
Son you are too old to be playing that suicide card. Oh you're just like me, you read the same books filled with the same fears, trying to solve the big nothing with your love, honour, and devotional speeches. A good life, a fast death - these are the things to be hopeful for. Like you I know I'm ancient, I know I am doomed. The past is an anchor, a fit to devour, and death is a void that we'll never know. Between impossible things, our sacred tryst caught on the lives of uncomprehending others. In light of new knowledge that could not be pinned, I got tight and burst at the bolts. A friend and almost lover once told me: "it isn't worth the settling 'cause everything's destroyed, and I liked you as a thin wolf with your rotten armor. And I liked you as a scoundrel and a fellow traveller. Don't change, you'll never change."

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6. Bile [lyrics]
Speak your fears through me - I am the vessel, I am the means. But knowing is a possession and possession is a dangerous thing. I wanted a clean slate - it was quickly vanquished. Those are the breaks. Everyone has got reasons, oh how terrible for calculating treason. Have to cut the fat from the bone but catch the ghost it frees so we can take our love, born of the damage - this newfound glow of distance. There are no monsters in this world - how could there be? - you're bought and paid for by your friends. Unlike before, all of that bile becomes a soft touch. It has made you sacred. It has brought peace on her deathbed. I'll take our love christened with horror, hold it so sacred. Hold it so stubborn, we are so old now. We must be braver.

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