Lyrics:Breathe Owl Breathe/Magic Central
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Own Stunts
I don't know, just because I wanna start doing my own stunts -- tumble down a rocky edge; take a bath in a sea of piranhas. Take off my turtleneck -- underneath there's a bulletproof vest. You never knew what made it though. Red-breasted crows speak; grass stains on my shirt. It's all because of her. Laughter... after... it didn't hurt. It didn't hurt. I'm working on my dive off. I'm pretty good at flailing my arms, and jumping off this moving train. Model airplanes can crash more than once. Fragile bones and a bird-wing suit... this is not what I'm used to. Cross my heart and hope to... Cross my heart and hope to... Mustache covers my lower lip -- no one can tell that I'm tremblin'. Mustache covers my lower lip -- no one can tell that I'm tremblin'. I'm standing on the ledge. I see where I need to land. Mustache covers my lower lip -- no one can tell that I'm tremblin'. Cross my heart and hope to live... my blood is boilin'. Mustache covers my lower lip -- no one can tell that I'm tremblin'. Thinkin' 'bout settling down, thinkin' 'bout settling in. What gives? I'm walking down the path. Look down; there's a welcome mat over a trap door. What's on the other side? The spirit world. I'm a dark rider... Silhouette of fire... Hang glider...
Dogwalkers Of The New Age
Parrots In The Tropical Trees
Board Games
Won't you walk through the door? Won't you take the time to talk? Everyone is cutting up paper; they have glue and glitter. A heart that opens, a heart that closes, and paper-mâché. Remember when we got together and unfolded board games? Realizing that everyone is shouting; we are at a wild party. Some are dancing and others are talking. Some are dancing while they're talking. When I was younger, I had me a fortune teller friend. She told me about my future. It always started when... Black stallion in an open field; thunder and lightning, and it all seems too real. And then right at that moment, she'd clap her hands and ask me how I feel. Realizing that everyone is shouting; we are at a loud party. Some are dancing and others are talking. Some are dancing while they're talking. Won't you walk through the door? Won't you take the time to talk? Remember when this magic was magical before the magic turned dull.
Dragon
House Of Gold
Icy Cave Dancers
Lake Light
Golden, golden kindness... stay another day. My child, you've got a fever. Did you see her, your great-grandmother? I'm walking in-between your steps, so I know how deep the snow can get. Looking back at our prints covered-up, so we can move on, I guess. Call a doctor! He won't let anyone in. He thinks the nurses are trapeze artists. He left the window open so they can swing in. Dance with me, dance with me -- not in the corner. We're both a ways away from where we want to be. Let the lake light pour in.
