LUKE E.E. HUNTER: Dizzying Heights LYRICS


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The light changes, But you don’t say a word        
There’s a turn, and a feeling                
I can’t recall                    
I’m the jar that you put your doubts into        
Until it gets full                    
and I end up breaking                
There’s a door, that you keep locked away        
Just in case, you think I will come            
                        
And everyone grasps onto the ground
rooting itself, trying to call where it lays home        
The thing that peers in your window            
will never leave                    
And what stands in your closet            
prevents good sleep
Until the morning comes, and it all            
starts again                    


Importance
Good news and I don’t get along anymore
When he comes around, I’ll be showing him the door
Good food and drink just don’t sit right sometimes
I’ll be scratching at the door
For some peace of mind
My friends are blind sometimes
but love to wait
things don’t get better
Eyes get swollen, pets get dumped in the rain

If I’m not wanted, I suggest you do the same
Every picture that I take, gets lost before it’s framed
Losing faith and losing sleep provokes a state of mind
One doesn’t care or know if they will grow in time

And when it starts to bring you down, don’t bother looking up
Old habits die hard,
I’m never hungry anymore - I always just eat my words

Passing Thing                                   
I wouldn’t take your faith, even if you promised the rest of it    
While you were busy throwing a fit,                
I was throwing rocks at the windows of the past            
Waiting for someone to come
part the shades, and let some sunlight in                        
                            
Give and take is such a simple game.                
Would you throw away your hope for sanctity?
I won’t tread on water so deep...                
Let it all go out, don’t pray it’s safe                
                            
Wear me down with your words                
And don’t hold back such claims
Headlights will fly by, like, some sign of the times        
and the wall you lean on will not sway.                
                            
Something tells me you’re just a                
Passing Thing      

Towards Shore
Step back and walk away
clouds all came out today
But if I had the choice,
those clouds wouldn’t come out at all

Stale air made us sick
and you forgot everything
But I’m still standing out near your place
Still standing out by your door

Wind still carries it all
Until the old air is gone
Spring came too fast this year
And nothing will last this year
Bagged and thrown away

Dead Poets
Look sideways for you
Lost in a sea of memoir
Put on your new boots
Meet me at midnight
Sleeping in churches
Pews hurt your back
Do you want it now?
Can you take it now?
Slung around your neck
Like a family heirloom.
Hangs the hate of an empire
Sleeping in the street
We forgot the men who spoke
Asking for nothing special
Keep all those bad dreams
Throw away your T.V.
What can you learn, what cities burn?
If you’re so bright
Why get left in the dark?
Dead Poets.

Dizzying Heights                 
You get so high                        
That you fly to the moon                    
                            
You can’t touch the ground    

Quintessence
Did we ever really learn to say no?
I love to think but can’t explain
Do you know what pain this brings?

Are people really staring straight ahead?
You watch the clock, the present ends
Can you see what a loss this is?

Spend your whole life, trying to count
All those stars in the sky
But you won’t see, which ones died
I guess that selling the truth’s as hard as selling lies

There’s a fear of what is outside
That keeps you wrapped up in your mind
Not a chance to find lost time
When your living with the breeze of a ghost
Feeling things this makes us cold
God himself wouldn’t be so bold...

Motion Picture Soundtrack         
Red wine, and Sleeping pills                                                        
Help me  get back to your arms                
Cheap Sex, and short films                    
Let me get back to your arms                    
                            
I think you’re crazy, Maybe                    
                            
Stop sending, letters-letters always get burned            
It’s not like, the movies                    
They fed us on, little white lies                
                            
I think you’re crazy, Maybe                               
I will see you in the next life                    
("Motion Picture Soundtrack" originally written and recorded by Radiohead)            
                            
                
    
                            

                      

                                                                                                               

                                                               

               

                                                                                                               

 

 

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