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Withered Leaf
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Dead Reckoning
04:40
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The silence is deafening as I break from the noise
Just like a dead reckoning in hearing your voice
No obvious point from a heavenly place
Just retracing signs in time and space
Where'd you go, what'd I do
Is it me or is it you
There's no time like the present for you to come through
Give me distance and direction
And I'll measure the points
Against my distance and transgressions
As I'm finding your voice
In this dead reckoning
The point when you last said something
And the speed at which you left
Leaves me with no reference point
But i'm trying my best
To draw the lines to you
And remember what it's like
To draw my mind to a voice I recognize
Where'd you go, what'd I do
Is it me or is it you
There's no time like the present for you to come through
Give me distance and direction
And I'll measure the points
Against my distance and transgressions
As I'm finding your voice
In this dead reckoning
Dead reckoning
The lines are breaking down
Into shapes that I can't make out
So set the stars to align somehow
Or bury me in this grave of doubt
Where'd you go, what'd I do
Is it me or is it you
There's no time like the present for you to come through
Give me distance and direction
And I'll measure the points
Against my distance and transgressions
As I'm finding your voice
In this dead reckoning
Reckoning
Dead reckoning
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Caught In the Thistle
03:55
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She’s caught in the thistle and weeds
Of all her suffering
Driven by the waves and wind
The storm never did give in
She tried calling out your name
I’ll pass if it’s all the same
"Cause my voice bouncing off the sky
Is no way to waste my time
And I'm Caught in the tensions of my mind
And these fences you designed
To keep your distance
As the blind lead the blind
And all the games you like to play
And all the answers you delay
That keep us questioning cliches
The mystical charade
Not sure what we should think
About all these atrocities
Firing off one after the next
If you’re quiet then I’ll be direct
Mean kid on a pile of ants
With his magnifying glass
Like I said not sure what to think
I'll be quiet and let you speak
And I'm Caught in the tensions of my mind
And these fences you designed
To keep your distance
As the blind lead the blind
And all the games you like to play
And all the answers you delay
That keep us questioning cliches
The mystical charade
Please change my mind
Please change my mind
Please change my mind
Please change my mind
And I'm Caught in the tensions of my mind
And these fences you designed
To keep your distance
As the blind lead the blind
And all the games you like to play
And all the answers you delay
That keep us questioning cliches
The mystical charade
And I'm Caught in the tensions of my mind
And these fences you designed
To keep your distance
As the blind lead the blind
And all the games you like to play
And all the answers you delay
That keep us questioning cliches
The mystical charade
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4. |
State Of War
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5. |
The Silence
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RAMEY Portland, Oregon
RAMEY is based in Portland, Oregon and Shadows: A-side is his debut album.
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