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The Evidence
03:45
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Katie comes to class some days in this paisley dress
With her hair in curls that fall and unfurl in a punk rock mess
She takes her seat in the front row at the corner desk
And perpetuates my daydreams that she's different from the rest
Show me the evidence
The evidence is stacked up against you
I don't believe you
I don't believe you just yet
Now, Katie drives me crazy with that crooked smile
The way she rocks and rolls and bares her soul with flawless style
Now, I'm just trying to find some poignant words worth writing down
Kate, I'm just trying to find a little heart and sing it out
But I don't know if rock and roll can save us in the long haul
Hell, I don't know if it ever saved anybody at all
Babe, I can't list the ways this listless world has let me down
And I want something bigger and better and altogether truer this time around
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2. |
Losing Your Signal
04:13
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Kids out on the crosswalk trying to walk like kings and queens
Out tonight to try to suck some life out of this dead scene
Faceless pop-rockers get pushed to their limits
Hustling on the corners for their cheap fifteen minutes
I'm frozen on Tenth Avenue, dressed up to the nines
These pretty thoughts of having you so close and so divine
Lovely Cinderelly, does this real world get you down?
Then lady, crank that stereo. Baby, drown it out
Everywhere that I go, I'm losing your signal
Everyone in the know knows I'm losing your signal
Well, the beach is all but abandoned by the time that we arrive
Where indie boys chase hipster girls and struggle to survive
Shaking off the shell shock, singing punk rock battle cries
Their eyes aglow in hopes that they might make it out alive
Sugar sweet, I taste the heat of summer on the air
And out on the horizon, I see heaven waiting there
But still we pace the pier and waste away out on the beach
And stare across the water, forever out of reach
Sell me your makeshift meaning of life and just show me how to make it through
Feed me your bullshit triumph of love and convince me I'm in love with you
Scan the dial for stupid tunes to string ourselves along
And let us feel like movie stars until the magic's gone
Come on now, just hold me close and look me in my eyes
Tell me that we're living out the best days of our lives
I never could quite make my peace with the way that things worked out
You tell me that we've got it all, but girl, I've got my doubts
You found a little shelter in that big, defiant grin
Huddled with the losers on the outside looking in
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3. |
Die Young
07:14
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Storefront lights outshine the stars tonight, but I'll do without
'Cause Katie's home from school and says she'd like us to hang out
And the word's out there's a party at some old friend's parents' house
Man, we are so surrounded, and these grounds are stomped right out
The streetlights stretching up and out as far as I can see
Skipping town, we're gridlocked down in my car, just you and me
But if we can't break these chains tonight, they're lifetime guaranteed
Do you want to die young?
The homes that line the streets fall down like dominoes to fate
Their ruins in my rearview mirror so overgrown and gray
The princess in my passenger seat so desperate for escape
Her mother works late nights, and Dad just drinks his days away
And heaven knows it hurts her in a way she can't convey
She says, "Promise me we'll persevere and won't wind up that way"
Well, Kate, this world is cruel, but we're too cool for it to claim
Baby, we'll die young
Every mile we log feels like a last-chance dance with death
Every tunnel we pass under, Katie holds her breath
And holds her arms like wings to soar from the sadness and the regrets
And the gravity of truths to which we two cannot confess
For now it's just Kate's smile, the silent stillness of the dawn
I don't know how far we'll go or how long we'll hold on
But when the magic starts to fade from our made-up runaway song
We'll just die young
I swear we'll die young
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4. |
Easy Answers
03:59
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I hear the ringing as a clock strikes midnight
Down in the valley from our spot out on the hillside
I'm panning for gold. The city gleams like pyrite
Pulling you close and bullshitting 'bout the brightside
You know I wish this world could keep its hands off of our happiness
But in a world like this, baby, bliss just means ignorance
You know I'd offer all my passion, but
God knows, baby, I don't feel a damn thing
You know I'd ask you all my questions, but
God knows you'd just echo them back to me
Head on the window with your big, bold, blue eyes
Watching and waiting on a sliver of the sunrise
You know I love the way you smile when you mean it
You know I love that pretty line when you believe it
You give me all your love on your lips like absolution
You give me easy answers all dolled up like solutions
Look at you, your stupid, stumbling, bumbling passion
Your stupid, convoluted, little theory of everything
You find the pretty things. You find the poetry
You find your peace in all these things that I just can't believe
I just can't believe
Head on the window with your big, bold, blue eyes
Watching and waiting, always on the sunrise
You know I love the way you smile like you mean it
You know I love the line, but I just can't believe it
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5. |
Faith
04:47
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I'm losing my way
As the sound from the freeway
All but drowns out your voice like the whistling of wind
The lights unrelentingly flicker and dance on your skin
Oh, all the things I'd like to do
But I don't think I can do this
Another night light polluted
And the drunken unreason that ruins your kiss
The cigarette smoke and indifference that drift from your lips
You never knew how much you meant, did you?
So go ahead now, girl, just live it up
Waste your life, girl, I've given up
Do what you're gonna do
Sit back and seal your fate
So go ahead now, girl, just hit me with it
Take your best shot. I'll just roll with it
'Cause I've been losing you
And tonight I lost my faith
Now I'm clutching my cell phone
As I'm driving myself home
And you can't watch the road when you're praying to God
And screaming along with "Jude Law and a Semester Abroad"
Everything I don't have the guts to tell you
Truly, I don't know
What I'm to think now that I know
How you lie to yourself just to get through the days
Consoling yourself that God moves in mysterious ways
Slowly eroding you into nothing
Now, I can't say I blame you
Or the girl who became you
Katie, I was so stupid to silence my doubts
And I was so selfish to cast you as my ticket out
But just for the record, I believed in you
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6. |
Your Finger To My Pulse
05:02
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Daybreak, and the stupid things I said
Fall out of focus as the dead
Space of my darkened bedroom drifts
Slowly away
Well, I never loved you quite like I pretended
But I was in love with what you represented
And blindly subscribed to that life we invented
One more half-hearted attempt at transcendence
Give up the ghost
We've got a minute at the most
So pull me close
And put your finger to my pulse
Nightfall, and your stupid, feel-good songs
Fade with the summer till they're gone
Wandering the boardwalk, swallowed up
Lost in the haze
Those things that we held to that made life worth living
Were beautiful, yes, but they weren't worth believing
I'm scouring myself for a soul that's worth searching
Sifting through memories stripped of all meaning
'Cause now I need
Just one more minute to believe
So please, just come close
And put your finger to my pulse
Sometimes, I swear, I feel so weak
Sometimes I still recall the sweet
Sound of your stubborn, senseless
Heart beat
Heart beat
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7. |
Now I've Seen It All
04:51
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The price of the beliefs I act upon
The cost of the conclusions that I've drawn
Don't faze me as these photographs and thoughts of you
Just filter through like data on a screen
Until they're gone for good
'Cause now I've seen it all
And now I know too much
I'm too far gone to find my way back home
I've seen it all
It's not enough
But, baby, I still worry now and then
That maybe I can't ache that way again
That maybe when I clench my fists and close my eyes
I'll fail to find a flame to reignite
and I'll just be dead within
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8. |
Facts and Figures
04:49
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Long roads leave me standing at your front door
Lost and starved from the faith that we fell for
Nothing feels as beautiful as before
But you just lean your pretty face against the doorframe
We've both met up in the middle where the floor caves in
And falls away beneath you
But are you bold enough
To take these facts and figures
And follow them home?
To take this meaningless life
And lead it alone?
'Cause now I'm stuck remembering the rock and roll daydreams
The hair in your face, the soft summer evenings
Wistful eyes as wishful as my thinking
And I know that rock and roll's so simple to believe in
But we've been beaten by the floodlights of reason now
With no place left to run to
'Cause I've considered all the evidence
And it all comes back inconclusive
I don't know if I can do this anymore
Long nights leave me wondering if it's worth it
Wandering a world without a plan or a purpose
Searching blindly for something 'neath the surface
But if you'll just take my hand, we'll take them on together
And feel our way through the wilderness forevermore
We'll find a way to push on
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9. |
No Such Thing
04:24
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Go
Even though, for all we know, there's no such thing
And I know
That it's hard to live as though there's no such thing
But keep looking
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