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Heaven
03:34
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We arrived
At the same time,
But I swear I've been here before-
From the sky to the tile floor
It's familiar.
They devised
To keep us occupied,
But you missed the smell of New York-
The corruption you could uncork
And know the flavor.
And you think it's simple-
All we gotta do is leave.
But, what's heaven for you
Isn't heaven for me,
So how can we ever find it together?
If I could
Dislodge the words
You've been carrying in your throat,
A suitcase full of old hope
Packed too closely.
Dreams have changed
And mine adorn this place,
Like an architect read my palm
Drew those lines of longing across
This lost valley.
And the careless city
That I once called home
Is an echo now,
But a voice you follow.
What's heaven for you
Isn't heaven for me,
So how can we ever find it together?
What's heaven for me
Isn't heaven for you,
So how can we ever find it?
You say I've changed,
Drunk the Kool-Aid,
But it's the sweetest drink I ever tasted.
Down the mountain and through the cold-
If paradise is real
Why does it not appear for all?
And what's heaven for you
Isn't heaven for me.
What's heaven for you
Isn't heaven for me,
So how can we ever find it?
What's heaven for me
Isn't heaven for you,
So how can we ever find it?
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Ghost of the Heiress
03:01
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The ghost of the heiress walks these grounds tonight.
She stops by a painting, one she used to like.
In the afterlife they don't like surrealism,
It's a little too real.
She wonders round the museum
Unsure how the art should make her feel.
The ghost of the heiress haunts these halls tonight.
She follows the tour guide as he dims the final light.
Her bed is on display in the west wing.
She slips inside but she's always resting.
And it can be a tire to keep hosting
When your taste overtakes your memory.
None of them painted her right.
None of them even tried.
All of those lovers for nothing.
All of them wanting something--
Mistaking the muse for a patron.
So she keeps on collecting,
She keeps on collecting,
She keeps on collecting
In hopes of catching her reflection in a frame.
The ghost of the heiress cannot sleep tonight.
She stirs the gravel where her ashes lie.
A curated mausoleum--
Her name lives on but not her dream
Of finally being seen.
She keeps on collecting.
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Mountainess Los Angeles, California
mountainessmusic.com
The earth shifted,
Bubbled,
and out she sprang:
Mountainess.
Mountainess recommends:
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