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Once
03:28
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Fading away again
Grains of sand
Are slipping
Right on thru.
Holding your hand in
My hand grippin'
Till the white of the knuckle
Shines like new.
And the forks we came to
Could never really sever
What once was two
What once was two
What once was two.
The river is raging
The rapids caging
My thoughts
With the sound.
No, I ain't fakin'
My hands are shaken
By the winding words
That Canyons cut out
And the forks we came to
Could never really sever
What once was two
What once was two
What once was two
Shake it off
And try to think of anything I can do
You made your bed a bigger mess
Than before
There's nothing left to say here
That wouldn't hang in the air
For a minute or two
For what once was two
What once was two
Fading away again
Grains of sand
Are slipping
Right on thru.
Holding your hand in
My hand grippin'
Till the white of the knuckle
Shines like new.
And the forks we came to
Could never really sever
What once was two.
What once was two.
What once was two.
Shake it off
And try to think of anything I can do.
You made your bed a bigger mess
Than before.
There's nothing left to say here
That wouldn't hang in the air
For a minute or two
For what once was
Shake it off
And try to think of anything I can do.
You made your bed a bigger mess
Than before.
There's nothing left to say here
That wouldn't hang in the air
For a minute or two
For what once was two
What once was two
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Pages
02:56
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Am I just an open book
With no cover?
Fallen off the shelf
Bare pages to discover?
No one asked you;
No one told you
One from the other.
How is it so easy?
You love me with no answers.
I'm running 'round in questions.
How is it so easy?
'Cause I just want to know you.
I just want to know you.
I am written down:
Your ink on paper.
Permanent and yet somehow,
I don't feel safer.
No one asked you;
No one sees how you
Alone
Can make her or break her down.
She pours
Thru the core of the feather.
The residue will leave you
Wanting more.
You absorb
Those adorable measures;
The rendezvous ensues the haunting
Taunting every page you tore.
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January
03:26
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It's not the words to the song.
It's how it's in my favorite key.
It's how the water over stone
Makes the river sing.
You wrote a nine page love letter
But baby, here's the thing:
When I saw it was written in my favorite color,
I knew you were the one for me.
Sometimes late at night,
I converse with the moon.
He tells me about the sun
And I tell him 'bout you.
And when we talk about forever,
It seems too short; too soon.
And all the great loves we remember
Had a storm to get thru.
You were waiting so long,
You said, “I thought you forgot.”
I said, “I can't forget thru the loneliness
I feel when you're gone.”
It's not the words to the song.
It's how I feel you in the beat.
How our heart strings ring out loud
In harmony.
And all we can know
Is how we feel.
It's a short stick,
And typical of a raw deal.
And when it's good it will show;
It will help us heal.
Oh, the deeper you go, the deeper I know
I can still feel.
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Ohio
03:20
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I sure hope there's a bit of Ohio
buried somewhere deep beneath my bones.
And if I searched hard enough,
I could find that little girl who never had to sing
of lost love.
I can still hear the falls of Chagrin.
I can still hear the laughter of my friends.
And though it seems like a dream,
the leaves have yet to change, and in my mind
I am back in Ohio.
Those days so carelessly I spent
my youth, they made so much sense.
I've got to get back to Ohio.
Oh, I've got to get back to Ohio.
I would play the piano for hours.
I would take the longer way for the flowers.
I would climb that old tree,
pretending it was home, and for me, it was home
in Ohio.
I would sit alone and think on the bus;
Now I'm prone to think way too much.
'Cause all I had was a stream that flooded in the summer,
and for me, that was enough.
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Canyons Salt Lake City, Utah
With roots originating from Nevada, Ohio, and Texas, Canyons is a band with a taste for all genres that wants you to feel. In the true sense of folk music, their songs tell stories. The songs urge you to immerse yourself in scenes both ethereal and intimate. ... more
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