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1. Tension & Thrill

The headlines talk
Of sadness and new risk.
Life is deadly,
My finger's to your lips.
We'll send the world in reverse.

Love is tension and thrill
That begs to be ours.

We are diamonds waiting to be found,
Catching light in the corners of our eyes.
We are diamonds waiting to be found.

We are the hunted,
We are the shining northern lights.
We are the nervous,
We feel our hands becoming vines.
We'll dream in color tonight.

Love is tension and thrill
That begs to be ours.
There are cities inside of everyone:
Life within life,
The trembling in our voice.

When I look into your eyes
I see the tip of an iceberg.
When I look into your eyes
I see that love is an iceberg
That throws us into the sea.

We're walking on the ocean floor,
Feeding sharks out of our hands.

We are diamonds waiting to be found,
Catching light in the corners of our eyes.
We are diamonds waiting to be found.

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2. Careful Hands

Put your coat on, this city trembles.
Keep your chin up, as you untangle God
From cold blood and bruises.

We are X-rays of something broken.
Cursive bloodlines write every forecast:
An orchestration Of dissonance and innocent surrender.

When our color dies,
We will bury the ashes of time,
And we will earn new eyes.

Wrists get tired rewriting futures.
Our bodies beg us to be creatures of habit.
We are creatures of habit.

Only with careful hands
We'll turn their fangs into feathers and cures.
Only with careful hands
We'll divide the prisoner
From the pioneer.

Clever beauty,
Umbrellas folding.
In architecture, our lines will measure
A map to find us.
Blue ink will guide us home.

Cranes are creeping, lifting metal,
We will find new ways to settle,
Tipping scales from the killer to its prey.

I can feel the weight around us,
Climbing every rib inside us,
A sanctuary in a lion's mouth

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3. Needle & Thread

When the world welcomes us in,
We’re closer to Heaven than we’ll ever know.
They say this place has changed,
But strip away all of the technology
And you will see
That we all are hunters,
Hunting for something that will make us okay.

Here we lay alone in hospital beds,
Tracing life in our heads;
But all that is left
Is that this was our entrance and now it’s our exit,
As we find our way home.

All the blood and all the sweat
That we invested to be loved
Follows us into our end,
Where we begin to understand

That we are made of love,
And all the beauty stemming from it.
We are made of love,
And every fracture caused by the lack of it.

“You were a million years of work,”
Said God and His angels, with needle and thread.
They kissed your head and said,
“You’re a good kid and you make us proud.
So just give your best and the rest will come,
And we’ll see you soon.”

All the blood and all the sweat
That we invested to be loved
Follows us into our end,
Where we begin to understand

That maybe Hollywood was right:
When the credits have rolled and the tears have dried,
The answers that we have been dying to find
Are all pieced together and, somehow,
Made perfectly mine.

We are made of love,
And all the beauty stemming from it.
We are made of love
And every fracture caused by the lack of love.

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4. Envelopes

On tree branches
There are birds instead of leaves.
All at once, they lift through trees
To reveal the unseen.

A blindfold of wings
Held us from perfect sight,
While saving unready eyes.

All will be lost, all will be well.
All will be loved when living is hell.
We'll cry dead leaves to grow.

In broken English,
Arguments igniting fires,
We'll sing in off-key choirs
Of an ageless rebirth.

After feathers disappear,
Our bodies will heal and repair.

Sent down in envelopes,
A white sea of dangerous hope.
Arms overflow with the weightless flood of words,
Perfect ears let truth be heard,
And we will learn to let go.
We will learn to let go.

We'll pull each letter one by one,
Every ribbon comes undone.
Our little eyes and little souls
Will now be strong enough to hold

The divorce of need.
Explanations breathe for us.

On paper waves we sway.
Our bodies get lifted away, outside of space.
We'll send down the envelopes,
The forest resets in hope.

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5. Hold Still

Why is it impossible now
To trace every echo
Back to its birth?
Why is it impossible now
To kiss every fever away?

There is truth that's hiding
Behind every wall that surrounds us.
It takes a lifetime
To pull the bricks away.

Why is it impossible now to know?
(Is this the way to understand?)

With the weakest of ears
We'll try only to hear
The sound of our voice,
Louder than fear of waking up
Alone.

Let conversations carry
The unraveling of skin.
The ink will pour an answer
In children's handwriting.

If all words are cameras,
Hold still.
Shutters slide to unveil
Fingerprints of angels
And a language made of film.

With surgical precision,
We'll cut every piece into order.
And beneath soft faces,
We'll climb halfway to God.

Why is it impossible now to know?
(Is this the way to understand?)
Why is it impossible now
To trace every echo
Back to it's birth?

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6. Heaven Breaks

It always starts like this,
A harmless and simple thing to fix.
Contagious and spreading quick…
Like cracks in ice,
Wholly claiming our lives
While we sleep.

We'll pray for Heaven's floor to break,
Pour the brightest white on blackest space,
Come bleeding gloriously through
The clouds and the blue.
Forcing one place from two,
Killing formulaic views,
Only love proves to be the truth.

When heaven meets the earth,
We will have no use for numbers
To measure who we are and what we're worth.

When Heaven meets the earth,
We will have no need for mirrors
To tell us who to be
And where we fit into this awkward point of view.

When angels meet the earth, may our bodies be light.
When angels meet the earth, may our heavy hearts untie.
When angels meet the earth, may our bodies be light.
May our bodies be light for you.

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7. Levels of Light

We are volcanoes, making new land,
Transcending borders with seeds in our hands.
Natural killers perfectly planned,
All is entirely out of our hands.
It's out of our mouths, into the ground.

Wake up, wake up
I think the worst is through...
We are surrounded by color and life
We don't even know it.

We are volcanoes, making new land,
Transcending borders with seeds in our hands.
Natural killers perfectly planned,
All is entirely out of our hands.

Death is the only thing that makes us alive,
Forcing focus on light that we hold inside.

We are volcanoes, levels of light.
Bleeding an ocean of permanent life.
The blush of our anger could bury the sun,
The pulse of untamable progress has begun.

Death is the only thing that makes us alive,
That brings us to life.

Wake up, wake up.
I think the worst is through…
The light that we hold must be buried -
Buried to bloom.

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8. Quicksand

There are wires in between
Human heart and machine.
I will wait for mountains
To tell me you're okay…

On paper my future will lay.
I'll fold every failure into a crane.

Trust is quicksand,
Claiming everything I have,
All to give me life, all to give me life.

Slow down, hide your eyes!
The sun is setting fire
Through glass, branches deep.
I cough only to breathe.

Trust is quicksand,
Claiming everything I have,
All to give me life, all to give me life.
One thousand more to go,
I'll send every prayer from below.
I was swallowed by a whale.

Slow down, you're all words
And love is made of yarn.
Scissors,
A slip of the hand, a slip of the tongue;
God knows I meant no harm, I meant no harm.

In between every promise and lie there is a kiss.
In between tempers and suitcases there is a kiss.

In between medicine and the sick there is a kiss.
In between arrows, aim, and release, there is a kiss.

(Anchors in reverse
Lead us back to birth.)

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9. Umbrellas

I'll make you mine.
I'll make you mine if you would have me.
With a silver ring that will hug you tight,
Our life begins.
Our life begins with this.

I'll prove my love.
I'll prove my love if you would let me.
Over and over and over again.

We'll bring a child.
We'll bring a child into this world
We'll say the one thing
Everyone should hear:

You were meant for amazing things.

Give me your hand.
Give me your hand, it's time.
It's time to show new eyes their home.

Oh, When fences divide,
Fences divide our land,
I would catch bullets with my bare hands.

'Cause you were meant for,
you were meant for,
you were meant for amazing things.

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10. Sing to Me

Sing to me a prayer of hope and strength.
I will sing to you
As if my chest is glass.

As we build, please give us solid ground.

When the rain becomes a flood,
I believe that we will find
Tree branches to climb.
Far, far, far from here.

Sing to me a prayer of hope and strength.
I will sing to you
As if my chest is glass.

When the weather settles down,
We will search through this mess,
Where I believe that we will find,
Through things left behind,
The place where we began.

Sing to me, please sing to me
Always through these times,
And we'll begin again

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11. Dreamlife

As our hearts lay sleeping,
As our bodies rest,
The Heavens open up for us.
Put down your weapon, child,
And close your eyes,
Because you and your enemies
Are innocent tonight.

I never wanted you,
I never wanted you to go.

There's a voice inside your soul
That resonates through your skin and bone,
Up through the blades of grass,
Underneath the feet of God's only son.
The war that you're fighting
Has already been won.

I just want to survive with you by my side.
With you by my side, I just want to survive.

Crooked mouth, quiet down.
Let your fists come undone.
Miscarried love will be reborn.
When we sleep,
The devil's arms are tied.

The war that we're fighting
Has already been won

I never wanted this,
I never wanted this to go away.
I never wanted this,
I never asked for it,
I never meant to let it go.

I just want to survive with you by my side.
With you by my side, I just want to survive

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12. Keep No Score

God, let her listen
With ears to the ground.
Let voiceless approval
Turn into sound.

In death there are hidden, invisible keys
That only when swallowed
Reveal where they lead.

Life is a mess
We wake up to,
A single thread of a deeper truth.

Is this a graveyard
To bury her heart?
Or is it a garden,
Where new life will start.

'Cause God, when life here ends,
We'll beg you for more.
In temper we'll hate you,
But please keep no score.

Life, it is a mess we wake up to,
A single thread of a deeper truth

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