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Kamikaze
02:49
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your memory lives between
the spaces in my teeth
digging holes and trenches so syrupy sweet
till a smile is hard to see
and it makes me wonder
why i let her
find her way inside my skin
pull apart
and tear me limb from limb
my spine still aches
this habit is hard to break
watch the colours collect
in a sickening spiral
and swallow me down the drain
and it makes me wonder
why i thank her
for tearing out all of the pages
in history books i hung up on my shelf
but she's so inviting
so quick to give
and settle down inside my chest
a kamikaze pilot headed in
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2. |
A Beautiful World
03:34
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it's so hard to sleep
so much on my mind that i can't possibly
keep track of it all
can't it fade with the sliver of the moon
i burrow into my cocoon
this bed i've made a waiting room
i toss and turn look up again
to a sky burnt red and i know i can't win this one
it's running me down
i keep going in circles
imagining circumstance i'll never know
it's just that
every time i think i'm getting comfortable
losing myself and being on my own
i come here
and i sit
and i stare at the glass
and i know it reflects
but nobody ever stares back
and i don't know
how much farther i can go
before my string finally snaps
and i'll fly
higher and higher and higher and higher than ever before
but tonight i want to take the ride
and feel the blackness deep inside
press fireworks into my eyes
and dream a beautiful world
alone again
sitting up straight on the edge of my
uncomfortable mattress
the room is dark and i left the window open
my nose is cold and i can feel the shivers coming on
as i walk upstairs to the bathroom where i
stare into the mirror
a different place but the feeling stays the same
doesn't matter where i am
it'll never change
so tonight i want to take the ride
and feel the blackness deep inside
press fireworks into my eyes
and dream a beautiful world
can i float like this till the end of time
hear the angels singing sweet sunrise
in my head nothing can ever die
there's no fear but for the end of the night
i'm not scared of you anymore
i'm not scared of myself anymore
i'm not scared anymore
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Nowhere
02:15
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i want to stand in the middle of nowhere and
scream out from high up above
where there's nothing around that can hear me echo
deeply with all of my love
i am one with the sunlight
i am one with the trees
i am teeming with the atmosphere
i am something no one can see
i want to stand in the middle of nowhere and
scream out from high up above
i want to wither away with the landscape
let it draw out the breath from my lungs
let the earth forget all i have done
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Hazy Place
04:18
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sit beneath my bed and watch the stars
as they float over my head
high above the atmosphere i lay
no weight upon my chest
always in a hazy place when i
lock myself away for days on end
funny how it looks like i am here
when i couldn't be much farther from that
filling up my mind with memories
i came up with all alone
nothing is as real as i create
though people passing by don't see the things i see
the streets around me light up
the insects humming gracefully into my ear
nothing is so sweet as the world inside myself
let me disappear
syncopate my inner world
to realities i see
i can be less of a disappointment
if i'm not really me
when i stumble to the ground outside
it's only because i'm walking with my eyes closed again
nothing there to catch me
never when i need it
can't stay in these familiar places long
need to get away from here for a while
movements i can't speak of
the tiny pieces of myself i leave behind
they won't last long
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5. |
Nova's Lullaby
01:02
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