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No Light
04:46
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What if this cloud has no silver lining?
What if this tunnel has no light at the end?
Why should so many of my hours be wasted on pining?
Why should I be sober ever again?
What if I left all my principals up on the shelf?
What if I dried up the Great Salt Lake all by myself?
And I'd stand at the shore and I'd stick out my tongue
And I'd let all the arsenic dust fill every corner of my lungs
How do you swim in a lake without water?
How do you breathe in a room without air?
Can you forage for much in an infinite famine
Or will into existence something that's not there?
I'm done scraping for sympathy over the phone
And seeking excuses to spend nights alone
I'll turn fear into air
And grief into water
I'll wrestle this monster we've made
And pick off our rations from it's bones
Hope is not a flower, it's a bramble bush
My roots will grip the decaying soil
My spikes will grow long and deadly
Despair will not dull my sharpened edges
I will be the shrike's perch
The grasshopper's thorax will dry and detoxify on my thorns
I will nourish what depends on me
I will protect what lives within me
And I will pierce the jaw that bites me
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Scanlines
01:45
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Lost connection
Empty bottles on the table
Cut the broadcast
There's a tourniquet on the cables
Hear the rhythmic chirping
And hope it doesn't flatline?
Can I ever go back again?
Can I ever go back again?
If the sun's a cathode ray tube
Then window blinds are scanlines
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Isolation
03:54
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I'm gripping on the insides of my pockets more the past month
Just so I'd have something I can touch
I'm staying strong because I think you need me staying strong now
Even if I need you a little bit too much
Isolation
Some days I see the distance between us both in inches
Other days I measure it in miles
Most the time I measure by the minutes it would take us
To close that awful distance even for a little while
Isolation
Some days I hear the breeze and all I think about is aspens
Some days I see the color blue and only think of blue
But most the time these symbols pluck the strings inside my mind
That play a solemn melody reminding me of you
Isolation
Isolation
Isolation
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Newer
04:01
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I've been renewed
I've been living out what's in my head the past few days
Isolation and the time spend looking inward
Transfigures us in frightening and mystifying ways
I hope you will recognize me
Once I've left my baggage at the door
I hope you will recognize me
Once you've learned
I'm newer than before
I'll think of you as my silver lining
I'll think of you as my light at the end
I'll think of you as my light at the end
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Webster Salt Lake City, Utah
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