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Into The Sunset
04:17
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If I ever have a say about this thing you call my life,
let me go to where the sands are always white.
And I promise I will call you as soon as I get there
from the airport or the station or the nearest clean hotel.
I will walk into the sunset for the first time in my life,
heaven knows it’s been a long goodbye.
And if only for a moment I could gather all I’ve earned,
I’d strike a little match and watch it burn,
Yeah, I’ll walk into the sunset for the first time in my life,
heaven knows it’s been a long goodbye.
If only for a moment I could gather all I’ve earned,
I’d strike a little match and watch it burn.
Now some things never change but we both know better than that,
this city’s got a way to throw its nightmares on you back.
But I’m not getting any younger and I’m sick of morning trains:
they never leave the station, they only swap the names.
So I walked into the sunset for the first time in my life,
heaven knows it was been a long goodbye.
If only for a moment I could gather all I’ve earned,
I’d strike a little match and watch it burn.
Yeah, I’d strike a little match and watch it burn.
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Man’s the only bird who has no feathers,
man makes no mistakes, he follows orders.
Heaven gets the best of every sinner
just to shut its doors on him as he gets closer.
A man will dig a hole and then fill it up with the remains of his soul,
with time.
A man ties a rope around the things he loves but when he grabs the other end
they are gone
There are as many wrongs as there are men
and we’re no better darling, so let’s pretend
we have somewhere to go, a destination and a call,
let’s pretend our hearts are lined with gold.
A man will dig a hole and then fill it up with the remains of his soul,
with time.
A man ties a rope around the things he loves but when he grabs the other end
they are gone
Man is the only bird who has no feathers,
man makes no mistakes, he builds more churches
Heaven gets the best of every sinner
just to shut its doors on him as he gets closer.
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3. |
Schiphol
04:22
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I booked an early flight from Düsseldorf to Amsterdam,
had to the fight the impulse to leave as soon as I hit land.
Then you were nowhere to be found and this girl she had a place.
It should’ve never been that easy, but it was easy anyway.
I still love you
but I loved her too.
Is this the end?
Oh, is this the end?
I left Amsterdam a wholly different kind of man,
the remainder of the summer I spent drinking in your name.
But it was good to be away and it was good to be alone
and if somebody stayed the night in the morning they’d be gone.
I still love you
but I love summers too,
Is this the end?
Oh, is this the end?
You’d have made a sorry bride and I was born to be no groom,
I would’ve only spoilt the fun of wasting wishes on the moon.
You were always oh so pale as a windy day in June,
cold hands waving in the sun as the wheels start to move, goodbye.
Goodbye.
Someday I’ll return, I’ll return to Amsterdam,
another stranger in the springtime wondering just what might have been.
And if by chance I meet someone, it’ll take me all the way
back to the summer I enjoyed drinking rivers in your name
I’ll still love you, but
I’ll love her too
Is there no end?
Oh, is there no end?
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4. |
Opening Night
04:04
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Darling you and I’ve been here before,
we were younger then, so was our love.
It’s a road I need not walk again,
something’s faded out and now we’re trapped.
There is gold somewhere
and I’m tired of baking bread for you, my love,
I’d rather do anything else.
Any kid could play a better game than us;
it’s not fun to watch us try.
Darling, you’re so far from being a fool
that I won’t accept any treats from you.
Must have been a long and lonely walk
from your tower to my door,
from your garden to my table.
There is gold somewhere
and I’m tired of baking bread for you, my love,
I’d rather do anything else.
Any kid could play a better game than us;
it’s not fun to watch us try.
On a night like this I learnt to call your name,
it echoed through the halls bold and full, remember when?
Every word we said turned out a lie,
every word we said turned out a lie.
There is gold somewhere
and I’m tired of baking bread for you, my love,
I’d rather do anything else.
Any kid will play a better game than ours;
it’s not fun to watch us try.
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5. |
Il Predicamento
02:10
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6. |
This Is Not Now
05:18
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These are not my words but someone else's,
I think the real fun starts when you get lost.
It takes more than crossroads
to send you back over your footsteps,
to keep it down.
Don't keep it down
(She says) This time do it
(She says) This time do it
(She says) This time do it
(She says) This time do it
Everybody's gone, the season's over;
still it makes no sense to head for home.
I could be a pirate, I could be the dragon slayer who gets the girl.
But it's not the girl.
(She says) This time do it
(She says) This time do it
(She says) This time do it
(She says) This time do it
This is not now, this is always,
this is where the ends collide to bring the morning.
This is not now, this is always,
this is where the ends collide to bring the morning.
(She says) This time do it
(She says) This time do it
(She says) This time do it
(She says) This time do it
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If you’re tired of this, let me entertain you with a kiss,
a taste of love before our worries cease to be.
Some deep paths in our brains will never ever be the same again.
We better stand for the collapse of everything.
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8. |
Way Too Far
02:52
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I have never been a better man,
I’ve failed at everything I’ve tried grand style.
Of course I know that’s mostly in my head,
but I know as well your head is all that counts.
You’ve seen me going down all the way
but I’d never think you didn’t care.
Try putting out a fire using your bare hands:
nothing would be saved and you’d get burnt.
Oh sometimes I wish I’d stayed in college,
fix a point and never look away.
But I have gone way too far for turning back.
OK, I’ll be damned, OK.
Lovely was the madhouse in her eyes,
lovely was the way she got me all wrong,
lovely was the sunrise when I left her bed
and walked away, oh never to return.
I could never quit her in my mind
and by now she might be dead for all I know.
Living with some guy who avoids her eye
or laundering money for the narco in Mexico, I don’t know.
It’s just sometimes I wish I’d stayed in college,
fix a point and never look away.
But I have gone way too far for turning back
OK, I’ll be damned, OK
OK, I’ll be damned, OK.
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The collapse of everything,
the collapse of everything.
We might as well sing to the collapse of everything.
Tell a lot of lies, tell a lot of lies…
The collapse of everything,
the collapse of everything.
We might as well sing to the collapse of everything.
We might as well sing to the collapse of everything.
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10. |
The Bargain
03:53
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Time, time, time…
It’s not just you’re dull, not easy to remember:
you bring clouds to my heart any time you show up.
It’s not just you’re full of overeating pride,
it’s more like you and me were never meant to fire up in time.
We were never meant to fire up in time.
I can see no reason to keep up the bargain,
we’ll both be better persons and I’ll get me some time.
And if I see you no more, well, I see you no more.
Well, if I see you no more don’t you call me on the phone,
ain’t got time.
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11. |
Baby Talk
04:26
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Hey, you're talking like a baby,
pushing things too far and getting on my nerves.
Up to this point I was like ok, she’s not yet ready
for the tide to turn and wash our words away.
Can't be so hard to keep it cool,
to watch your step before you move.
I think you're beautiful, but beautiful's not enough.
There's no one like you, I'll admit to this,
but you talk too much and I could use some sleep.
I know you're beautiful, but beautiful's not enough.
Kid, grand endings build up slowly,
we had a little fun, you got to say your lines and now I have my song.
It ain’t too soon to leave: there are treasures in the morning.
The more you hold me back, the more I crave for them.
Can't be so hard to keep it cool,
to watch your step before you move
I think you're beautiful, but beautiful's not enough.
There's no one like you, I'll admit to this,
But you talk too much and I could use some sleep
I know you're beautiful, but beautiful's not enough.
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12. |
Writing On The Wall
03:51
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You had it all, but it wasn’t worth a song.
In a million ways you felt the seasons go.
Your new album on the charts experiencing a slow start
to make things even worse.
And your mother on the phone asking when you’ll be coming home, child,
when you’ll be coming home.
You had it all, but for you it came too soon.
The good times went and left you dressed in blue.
And the writing on the wall screaming names at you
you would never dare to call anybody but yourself
on some sleepless night,
on some sleepless night.
You had it all, but for a little girl it really didn’t mean that much.
You had it all, such a heavy weight to carry on your little back.
Now you’re left only with a name and a tiny place to hide
you can’t even call your own.
And when your mother calls again, perhaps this time she’ll win,
perhaps this time she’ll win.
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13. |
The Comeback
03:54
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I’ve done my best to fix the place up, almost got a job.
I haven’t quit smoking yet, but I won’t do it in the car.
And twenty days from now, got me an appointment with a man
who says my voice has a bright future ahead.
Still it’s not too late for you to come.
No, it’s not too late for you to come.
Now it’s not too late for you to come.
Well, it’s not too late for you to come.
Remember I was terrible with money? I just cut it out.
It doesn’t make a difference and it keeps coming anyhow.
Talk about the past, well, I have no past at all
except for her and some missteps you don’t need to know.
It is not too late for you to come.
No, it’s not too late for you to come.
Now it’s not too late for you to come.
Still it’s not too late for you to come.
You don’t have to hurry baby, I can bide my time.
And tomorrow’s just a name for a crazy state of mind.
Stealing through the walls I can hear the muted sound
of dancing feet drawing patterns on the ground.
It is not too late for you to come.
No, it’s not too late for you to come.
Now it’s not too late for you to come.
Still it’s not too late for you to come.
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14. |
Eurohop
05:02
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I missed you and I missed the coast,
It's been a long time since I hit the road.
On rented trucks and lagging trains
I missed the times when these dreams were dreamt.
I missed you so bad I gave you a different name in every song.
I missed you, yeah, at almost every airport of the world.
I missed you.
I fell for a song and then got caught.
Me just a kid, how was I supposed to know?
These uptown girls all look the same,
how could I have known, oh, it would turn out this way?
I missed you so bad I gave you a different name in every song.
I missed you, yeah, at almost every airport of the world.
I missed you.
Standing at a crossroads in Köln;
passing through Nagoya, Japan;
in the streets of Paris for the 1st of May, I missed you all along.
Think of all the landings I've been through,
hotel rooms I never got to use,
so many nights out on the road, I missed you most of all.
Yeah, I missed you.
Learning is a tough one, my boy.
Don't expect any shortcuts, there’s none.
Be careful what you wish for,
it might become true someday.
Someday.
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