1. |
Ghost
03:10
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2. |
Forever
03:41
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Living as a prisoner
But I know, I know that things can only get better, better
Thawing out your frozen world
Just get on your shoes with purple lace and leather
Dispense of all your rituals
And the chains that bind you
Will save you from the predictable
It’s better late than might do
Descending from the pinnacle
It’s right on your doorstep
The foot of your bed
Try not to forget
These days they’re for living in and
It’s right on your doorstep
The foot of your bed
Try not to forget
These days they’re for living in and
Stars that wait out in the gloom
Just keep hold of hopes and all those that you treasure
Sleeping in the afternoon
And fed up of falling short of simple pleasure, pleasure
Dispense of all your rituals
And the chains that bind you
Will save you from the pinnacle
It’s right on your doorstep
The foot of your bed
Try not to forget
These days are for living in and
It’s right on your doorstep
The foot of your bed
Try not to forget
These days are for living in
These days don’t last forever
These chains don’t pass for medals
Keep faith float further
Just a little bit more, a little bit more, a little bit
These days don’t last forever
These chains don’t pass for medals
Keep faith go further
Just a little bit more, a little bit more, a little bit
It’s right on your doorstep
The foot of your bed
Try not to forget
These days are for living in and
It’s right on your doorstep
The voice in your head
Try not to forget
These days are for living in
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3. |
Pouring Out
03:56
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Our revolution,
Is falling down,
Falling down
You were my addiction,
I’m shaking now,
Shaking
Pouring out,
Falling out,
Of these days we said won’t end
I thought I found,
The way around,
The mistakes of other men
Pouring out,
Pouring
Said I’m on the move, Love
I’ll make it out,
Make it out
Been out in this wasteland,
Don’t make a sound,
Make it
Pouring out,
Falling out,
Of these days we said won’t end
I thought I’d found,
The way around,
The mistakes of other men
Pouring out,
Pouring
Our revolution
Has fallen down,
Fallen
Pouring out,
Falling out,
Of these days we said won’t end
I thought I’d found,
The ways around,
The mistakes of other men
Pouring out,
Pouring
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4. |
Yellow Queen
03:39
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Spider, yellow, overthrown you’ve begun to shake and swell
Eight eyes do you see silver keys for the doors to my own cell
Inside all my dreams Yellow Queen you are waiting for the
Form when you fear they are near and I’m straying from your side
The lies through my teeth underneath break the webs of my disguise
Inside all my dreams Killer Queen you are waiting for the
Shameless confession
And a medicine that’s hard to swallow
For this infection
To be fed again or to be hollow
Inside all my dreams Killer Queen you are waiting for the
Shameless confession and a medicine that’s hard to swallow
For this infection, to be fed again or to be hollow
I am a murderer but you’ve saved my soul
And feet are cold
Inside all my dreams Yellow Queen you are waiting for the kill
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Danny Addison Manchester, UK
"‘Joy’ sounds like something out of a dream. Delicate and elegant, there is a distinct air of otherworldliness radiating off
its swaying strings and suave soundscape."
- When The Horn Blows
"I played Colour Songs over and over. These are beautiful songs, expertly arranged and executed."
- Divide and Conquer
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