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I woke in the garden, and I heard the serpent's call,
But, despite their warnings, you don't sound like him at all.
And as he told me stories of the life that we would lead,
I felt my feet grow tangled in the web that he did weave.
But I don't believe, you don't know
Yours is the hand I want to hold.
You give me your gaze, we both know,
I want your soul.
I walked the great valley, and I swam across the sea,
No matter where I found myself, you were still there with me.
I slept 'tween the moon beams, and I bathed in the dew.
Yet, from every angle, I still smelled like you.
But I don't believe, you don't know
Yours is the hand I want to hold
You give me your gaze, we both know,
I want your soul.
You're keeping me still, cast your net,
Seeing what else that you can catch,
I try to be patient, hold my breath, we both know,
That I want your soul.
And when I heard the thunder, I climbed the highest tree,
So that maybe if I died, then God would make a bird of me.
Lightning struck the branches and I felt myself sprout wings.
I opened up to speak, yours was the voice that did ring.
But I don't believe, you don't know
Yours is the hand I want to hold
You give me your gaze, we both know,
I want your soul.
You're keeping me still, cast your net,
Seeing what else that you can catch,
I try to be patient, hold my breath, we both know,
That I want your soul.
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Maybe I'm not patient, I'm just living with my hands tied.
Maybe I was only meant to love from the outside.
I'm missing you already, but you haven't even left;
My hands are in my pockets, and I'm staring at my breath.
The only space I wanna fill is between your arms tonight.
Maybe I'm not strong, I'm just barely open.
Maybe you don't know you had a love until it's broken.
When everything around you seems to point you to the past;
You never thought the time you waited for would go so fast.
Nobody loves the trees when they're frozen.
Maybe I'm not bright, I've just been lucky.
Maybe there was no one left, so they chose me.
Sometimes we live with our choices, sometimes we die.
The devil's gonna take you if you don't let go of pride.
Someday, I'll learn the lessons I can't see.
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You wormed your way into my marrow.
Why did you dig so deep?
You wormed your way into my marrow,
Then got the hell away from me.
You crooned so many pretty things,
And still claim they were true.
You crooned so many pretty things,
But your restless lips got the best of you.
Now, honey, I'm not stupid,
Though I hope for the best.
You've got quite the assortment,
But what's a heart without a chest?
There are no answers in the archives.
There is no comfort in the gin.
There are no answers in the archives.
Just the birds of prey where we begin.
Now, honey, I'm not stupid,
Though I hope for the best.
You've got quite the assortment,
But what's a heart without a chest?
You're fighting with the mirror, there are holes in your wall.
You've got the story planned out, but it does not resemble reality at all.
You hear my voice, but you will respond,
'Cause you made a choice, and you're too far gone.
Now, honey, I'm not stupid,
Though I hope for the best.
You've got quite the assortment,
But what's a heart without a chest?
Yes, I know, you're sorry,
But you do not want to grow
So you're siphoning my bloodstream
To cavity below.
You wormed your way into my marrow.
You will remain I die.
You have a home within my marrow,
Till they split my bones and drain me dry.
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I was a child, you were a man
Or so the prospects seemed to stand.
We hid together from the rain.
Your eyes refuse to melt,
But there was something to be felt
When you chose me again and again.
You didn't want me, but you wanted to go together.
Oh, what a pair we make, birds of a feather.
All along, you should have known better.
The jokes that you told,
Well, they're starting to grow old,
And I manufacture a laugh.
You fade away,
Like the stars, like you say.
I forget that we cannot go back.
You didn't want me, but you wanted to change the weather.
You only found yourself in need when we were together.
All along, you should have known better.
The moon is much too bright
For me to fall asleep tonight.
I know that you are watching, too.
Your clothes must smell like smoke,
And had you thought before you spoke,
I would have been spared a break or two.
You didn't want me, but you wanted to go together.
Oh, what a pair we make, birds of a feather.
All along, you should have known better.
You didn't want me, but you wanted to change the weather.
You only found yourself in need when we were together.
All along, you should have known better.
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A stranger's words on a colleague's wrist;
I felt the interruption, but I could not resist,
'Cause I know when a message is dying to take control.
She spoke frankly, and without remorse
Of the kinds of transgressions that direct our course
To the moments when someone shoots life back in your soul.
This is it, this is how we meet,
This is everything as it's s'pposed to be.
This is all we get; this is all we need.
This my choosing to let it be.
I'd be deceiving if I didn't come clean
And admit I've been stuck in the rut down between
The life that I'm living and the one that I think I need.
It's far from perfect, and this isn't fair,
But you weren't brought this far to live in despair,
Please, Darling, think twice over which urges you feed.
This is it, this is how we meet,
This is everything as it's s'pposed to be.
This is all we get; this is all we need.
This my choosing to let it be.
Sometimes the purpose behind all the pain
Is so we can find out if they love like they claim,
And if they choose to leave you, choose to let them leave.
I've let my miracles pass in the night,
So I'm tearing my bandages, ready to fight,
For the person I long for, the one I deserve to be.
This is it, this is how we meet,
This is everything as it's s'pposed to be.
This is all we get; this is all we need.
This my choosing to let it be.
This is it, there's no turning around.
You can run at the horizon or straight into the ground.
If you don't choose to rise up, you can bet they'll tear you down.
Hold fast to the pieces of hope that you found.
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The fifth digitally-released EP.
All songs written by Rachel Ziolkowski.
released September 1, 2015
