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1. |
No Known Suspects
04:55
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I know they’re alive.
No known suspects
Trail between my ears
As my pedal hits the floor
Hell bent on
Taking the fold with the imposter.
With every street I pass, I writhe with a passion that can’t be matched.
My windshield quakes and braces for impact.
What’s his name?
Who’s to blame?
Statistics show. Odds are you know the culprit.
The misstep of a reflex takes its toll, as he takes yours.
I risk a couple of red lights.
I’ve got enough burning from my eyes
To light the way.
My impulse hasn’t changed.
There’s no time to say or brake.
There is only the chase.
Must not forget
5-2-5.
So I keep my eyes on the road.
You and I meet again in the rear view now.
Given the heat of the moment. The dire situation. Little thoughts are of the bows.
There is only ego now.
With all that hangs in the balance,
Our Father, gazes at his white knuckles.
This will be settled if no one makes a move.
Still, Our Father, bats his eyes and spies another garden.
White with rage.
It can’t be much farther.
(How long have they got?)
I can’t be bothered with thoughts like this.
Something must be done.
There is a space between us
So as not to draw any attention.
No known suspects
Come to mind.
On this road,
I never thought I’d
Find myself here.
Today of all days,
I never thought I'd
let this happen to me.
The thought of being alone
Inside our home.
Play tricks with my mind.
Focus on them.
Focus on the lines.
Must Not Forget.
5-2-5.
Cannot lose track.
5-2-5.
I’ll keep my eyes on the road.
(There is only ego now).
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2. |
Next Exit
05:55
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The little one won’t notice,
Something went wrong,
Until the first snowfall of the year.
And it'll be the first time she identifies with the ice.
The elder bow knows better though.
She thinks twice, but not quick enough to jump at a safer speed,
And so on with the passing of the streets.
There are cigarette stains in the passenger seat.
That stench of cracked leather, a sealed bottle, and a desperate need.
Seat belts locked, as with the windows.
Plenty of sights to see.
The Road and The Music so loud, it would drown out your screams.
Bright lights in the city tonight.
Smooth drive in the city tonight.
We’re ahead of schedule, I don't need to rush.
I should have cleaned up for my guests
I wasn't expecting company (yes you were)
One seems curious, the other turbulent
Not that I've a clue
No matter, they'll be mine soon (they'll be ours)
Sit back, relax.
Smooth drive in the city tonight.
I try to shake the feeling that
We're in danger.
He seems anxious,
Seat pulled back, knees at my chest
I hope it isn't much farther
Why would we be bequeathed at this hour?
Still, a friend of my father is a friend of mine.
There’s someone in the dark.
There’s someone in the dark here.
Which one of us is it?
Not everything is going to plan.
But he can’t look back now.
They’re out of harms way. And in their embrace. What would he need to say to the other witness?
Cause once she’s in their embrace...
What would he need to say?
...What would be the difference?
Our hands clasped together.
Another safety measure.
Fleeting thoughts that it might be better
Than anything that Our Father could ever
Conjure up.
We wait patiently. We still our feet.
Ignoring the weight.
The feeling that someone should be
In our seats.
It’s strange alright.
My shoulders relax.
I mean I’ve given this an awful lot of thought.
I just can’t believe
That it’s working so well.
Not that I've a clue.
But I know they’d never tell a soul.
It might be worth breaking a heart to keep another’s open.
Before you say anything.
I know, I know (we know) this is desperate.
No one’s coming for me.
Someone might be asking for them.
Before you say anything.
My eyes are peeled.
Listening closely.
It might be worth breaking a heart.
It might be worth breaking another’s apart.
The elder bow knows better,
Though not enough to help.
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3. |
Meanwhile...
06:04
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As it appears, I’ve been mistaken.
No. This is all wrong. No, This isn’t right.
How could this be? They were in my sights.
My knuckles are aching. Was I chasing my girls or my ghosts?
Bat my eyes.
Quell my fears.
Focus on the lines,
That will lead to where ends meet.
I swear I see their bows in the backseat.
Amber Alert
Doesn’t ring out. The audience confused by my white stare.
Looks like
We’re almost there.
I promised I’d keep watch.
I told the cops that I’d be on their tail.
My exhaustion sets in.
But my resolve won’t let it take me.
So I wail.
As fathers often do.
Assuming the worst.
Whistling songs of silver
To line this beautiful day.
And it's coming to a close.
I bet he revels in the victory.
There’s no recourse, or remorse I can find.
I do recollect two bows in the backseat.
Not Anything that will deter our destination.
These many failures of the neighborhood watch have kept us on the road we lay.
It keeps us on the roads we’ve paved.
And don't you fucking rejoice.
This is far from over.
Don't conjure a name or a face.
You won't get a chance
to plead your case.
If I beat the sirens,
If I beat the blue jays and cardinals.
I think I will. I know I will.
When our ends meet
And the bows are drawn,
The birds will be chirping.
The world would see
This father got it right.
Stiff hands grip the wheel, I'm blindsided.
Hard right into a melted district
Not far from my own.
Neighborhood watch.
I'm insulted.
Pray those old birds know how to find a nest.
Prepare for the worst.
But hope for their return.
And their embrace...
It’s the only thing that’s keeping him going.
Ease off the gas now.
He starts to cry.
Because he’s sure this is it.
And how wrong he was.
But how sweet,
The release would be,
If the car he had followed was the one his daughters were in.
Though he beat the sirens,
Yeah he beat the blue jays and cardinals
Took him at his word (look where we ended).
Guns were drawn.
The birds were chirping.
The world would see
This father got it wrong.
And so it ends with 5-2-5.
The sirens track his demands.
A collective misdirection.
An innocent man,
Just heading home.
His children bathed in red and blue.
It is over.
As the bows become statistics,
All nearby cell phones
Scream and Cast their judgment.
Amber Alert.
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4. |
Empty Circles (Reprise)
00:42
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Soft footsteps
Fill the amber markings.
A whistle of sincerity
Leads the flowers to the dirt.
And how our passengers
Will fare...
Remains to be seen.
We’ll stay with them
...under lock and key.
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5. |
Barren: Garden
06:37
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One step back but two steps forward.
I must dare,
My woes are silenced by them.
(Home again)
My heavy heart sighs relief just as I see her now.
One fits the other, like a glove.
I'd never wish to separate.
None of us need to wait any longer.
At last, one happy family.
Welcome, take a breath.
I know, I know
This is exactly what it looks like.
I just went for a ride, but then,
I know what you might be thinking.
The dust will scatter
As the girls take
Their first steps in their new landscape.
Grief will cover.
Before you say anything,
Please let me explain.
There's so much we can do,
As long as we're willing to take
What is ours. What is rightfully ours.
There's so much we can do
With these wilting flowers.
Joy is contagious, let it spread to our home.
This gift,
We would be dense to refuse it.
My intellect seems to shadow my spirit blindly.
I always listen to instinct, and mine is screaming.
I'm depicting her gleaming face.
Hold my hand and
Ignore the implications
.
Don't tell me that you can't LOOK AT ME.
I'm trying my best to keep things straight.
Just hold their hands.
Hold their hands and run.
Run rampant in the gardens that others have preserved
And given birth to.
Don't you want to?
Don't you want it?
Can't you stomach the lie?
Every passing car, unsuspecting.
Just an ordinary day for the ordinary man.
This calm surrounds this chaos.
Even for the taker; He's sure he's done right.
He knows there's no witness in sight (No Witnesses).
We were given a homewrecker.
You've got to be kidding me.
Don't be so weak.
Come to your senses.
No matter how long this lasts,
It's better than we've ever had.
The dust will scatter
As the girls take
Their first steps in
Their new landscape.
The fruits of his labor will be seen before long
Skies have darkened now.
All this buzzing that surrounds him
Dampened by his resolve.
I haven't harmed anyone,
They were left outside on the curb.
Try to remember what it was like for us
When we first found out.
Don't you remember my eyes? Don't you?
Don't you remember the spark?
It was the only thing keeping them going.
The last gasp of a dying garden.
With every street I pass, I writhe with a passion that can’t be matched.
I’ve got enough burning from my eyes
To light the way.
Our father has filled the seats at our table.
So this is what he's done.
On this road I never thought I’d find myself here.
The thought of being alone,
plays tricks with my mind.
And I can’t take it.
(Now they're alive)
So what do you say?
I just cant take it
So what do you say?
These are the first words they'll hear from their Mother.
"Look, listen to me, this is what we've wanted.
This is our happiness. This is bliss.
No, no they won't. They're still impressionable.
I just want to be happy.
It isn't too late. I can fix this.
Look, there might be a chance to salvage this mess.
Do you really think?
It might be better than you'd ever expect.
We might be better than they'd ever expect.”
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6. |
Barren: Wasteland
07:52
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Our hearts wept when we first found out
That we'd forever be without.
I'm a slave to my own home.
I can't get myself to put my foot down.
Ignoring the weight at my feet.
It's taken him.
The glow has left his eyes (Homewrecker)
She has taken them from me.
She has taken so much from us.
Without so much as a beating heart or that precious cry.
My blood has left the womb.
I can't lose you too.
No, no, no... My love has left the room.
I can't lose you too.
She never drew breath, yet we can't get her out of the house.
She never drew blood, yet we bleed for her.
But there is no easy way to
justify my anxiety.
There’s only so much I can do,
Before we reach another breakdown.
I'm a slave to my own home.
Mixing signals.
Making a mess of sound logic.
All this time I thought he was sick of it.
My endless wandering
Plays tricks with my mind.
I’ve been living without a shred of hope that we could start over and try planting some new seeds.
Wherever your head is at my love,
Don’t forget to write.
Wherever you are,
Don’t forget to write.
No scent, no trace... hours at a time.
As if you forget she was mine, too.
That room wasn't meant for me or you.
Tires squeel on the blacktop.
The noise from the car echoes against her ear.
The silence breaks, sweet relief.
She peaks to find
Two bows in the back seat.
I've gotta fight my trauma tap dancing on my shoulders.
Be sure not to alert the neighbors.
I catch my reflection in our father's eyes.
I can see I'm a Mother now.
She watches the clock, big hand on top.
Keep those hands where I can see them
A distressing reminder,
"Maybe one day we will laugh and forget her."
No one's in the dark unless we close the door.
How can I look at you the same way?
Since I wouldn't have been the one to have done this.
I need the locks changed, you're deranged.
Using my name in vain.
She never drew breath, and now she lives with us.
Their sweet little faces
Light up the room,
And light up my own.
I can see it now.
So clearly.
My deepest dreams, wrapped in blankets on cold nights.
Waiting for me to leave their side.
To carry me away.
Till tomorrow...
Till tomorrow.
I know, I know it might be
better than I could
Ever expect.
"I know what we discussed
I know what I asked for
But it wasn't this.
It wouldn't ever have been this.
What have you told them?
What if one of them tells?
I just want to be happy.
It's too late now."
No known suspects.
“Do you really think
We could be?
...what’s the difference?"
"Go to your room."
What's the difference?
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7. |
Happy Family
03:26
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