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Constellation I
03:31
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In darkest nights
A quiet glare
At your past lives
Your bones were knives
It will rain on your days
It will rain, and I'm your slave
Things won't change, I'm your slave
It will rain, darkest days
Cosmic tomb
Eases your wounds
Propelled into
An empty room
It will rain on your days
It will rain, I'm your slave
Things won't change, I'm your slave
It will rain, and I'm your slave
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Constellation II
02:59
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In stellar nights
You kissed my hand
And brought me up
On a spire
Set fire to the sky
Ether burns tonight
Set fire to the sky
In stellar nights
You took my hand
And dragged me down
In your den
Set fire to the sky
Ether burns tonight
Set fire to the sky
A kiss on my hand
Show me the truth
A consolation
abyss
Full of you
Abyss
With no truth
Abyss
Full of you
An abyss falling for your kiss
Set fire to the sky
Ether burns tonight
Set fire to the sky
It will rain on your days
Ether burns in the night
It will rain on your days
A kiss on my hand
Show me the truth
A consolation
abyss
Full of you
Abyss
With no truth
Abyss
Full of you
An abyss falling for your kiss
Hermit of stellar lights
Darby
Maxime Archambault
(Constellation I)
In darkest nights
A quiet glare
At your past lives
Your bones were knives
It will rain on your days
It will rain, and I'm your slave
Things won't change, I'm your slave
It will rain, darkest days
Cosmic tomb
Eases your wounds
Propelled into
An empty room
It will rain on your days
It will rain, I'm your slave
Things won't change, I'm your slave
It will rain, and I'm your slave
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The castaway
03:53
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Time growls like a train
Your pushed away, live in vain
Get away, clear your head
Time spins like a chain
Your a castaway on a plain
Get away, it's time to go
Mommy, I'm coming home
Coming home to hit a wall
Mornings won't ever come
Ever come to greet the sun
Head to the waterfront
Can't take this shit no more
Breathe away, all your sores
Ripples on the river, expand like your mind
Dream away, it's time to go
Mommy, I'm coming home
Coming home to hit a wall
Mornings won't ever come
Ever come to greet the sun
Time growls like a train, as I sleep in vain, in the river, down below.
Mommy, I'm coming home
Coming home to greet the sun
Mornings won't ever come
Ever come to greet the sun
Coming home to greet the sun
Coming home
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A picture by the bed
In ghostly shades of red
Timeless score, found its core
In the words you said
It bums me out, bums me out
What's left of me?
It burns me out, burns me out
What's left for...
There's a dove, by your side
You're trying to hide
Timeless sore, found its core
In the fears you spread
It bums me out, bums me out
What's left for me?
It burns me out, burns me out
We'll hang in the shadows
With tomorrow's ghost
With hearts as hollow
As an empty cove
There's a dove flying by
Everytime you smile
You wanted more, always more
Wishes spread for miles
It bums me out, bums me out
What's left of me?
It burns me out, burns me out...
The truth of you and me
We'll hang in shadows
With tomorrow's ghost
With hearts as hollow
As an empty cove
Let us grow, in the snow, let us grow old
Plant the seed, in the snow, let us grow cold.
Let us grow, in the snow, let us grow high
Plant the seed, in the snow, let us grow cold.
A dove, that's all your are to me
Now go, don't you ever fly back to me
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Liminal Montreal, Québec
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