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In Your Hive
04:39
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I see your body rise as the night comes in
Between your legs honey in your hive
Slave to the secret, damaged by fantasies
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The Fringe
04:16
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Slip the breeze in large waves where the light shines ethereal
And pale over marshes the angels remain
Filled with grace, in life's prime, silent and open
Like the summer in the centuries you look like gold
And we stay like in November the leaves on the trees
Suddenly lifted and bound to the slight return
And in the skies above our heads the quiet passing of clouds
Gestures like clay for your looks like fingers
No more seaS to sail away but the velvet of your words
Like suburban acrobats morning to evening
And we shine like in November the sun through the bared trees
Lifted and bound to the slight return
Never let it be said ours wasn't real love
You've been sacred in my mind, tangled in my hair
Tomorrow forget that I used to kiss you
I've been the mirror in which you gazed, the lake so blue
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Heart
09:06
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Sway the trees enchanted in cathedral's paths
Cemeteries of grey stones in the seas of grass
Sitting by lean your head over, all it taste like waiting, growing in the heart
Slipping into blindness, feel my eyes dim so naive
Dreaming with the black pill, candles burning by
Staring at their little flames, they rise
Lost and struck by vicious words growing in the heart
Ever there's a silence where no sound can be
Buried in he cold tomb of the deepest sea
Seagulls from the windswept cliff fly high
Watching waves of this tide growing in the heart
Slipping into blindness, so naive, little flames of candles burning by
Seagulls from the windswept cliff high watching waves of this tide rise
Ever there's a silence hidden by, all it taste like waiting in the heart
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Crimson
05:15
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Kneel onto the sand
Men say this is the land where monkeys climb the trees swinging on the branches
And swallows fly across these marbled skies of ancient
Quiet pools seem to rise on falling crimson morn
The creatures carved like chaff lying in the fields for coal and ivory, Bloodstained drying rivers
The creatures carved like chaff close their eyes so patient, lying and dream skies of ancient
The quiet pools rise on, and the falling crimson
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Gone
08:28
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Hiding love, lost our beauty, let these tears join the rain there where it falls
Clutched at straws like the next truth, so much found wandering through the years, and it grows
Back for more, lips ache for your tongue, here alone, smelling on your clothes
Hiding love, how we used to glow
Hiding love, time is past and gone
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The Web
05:58
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Passing birds fly the miles always far too high
So your charming eyes now they're dead inside
No one hears your whispering voice as your summer turns to fall
And the grey and rainy lanes are the picture of your world
No one hears your whispering voice, no one breaks your fall
Your wings want to open wide, your heart begs for love
Chase the ever sombre sound that chimes in every road
By sin someone rise, so you ask for more
Spider fate weaves the web where the branches take a bow
Soon it wraps in silky death when the silence overflows
Spider fate weaves the web balancing at your door
Death will lay its soft caress upon your hair of gold
Like the trees' pleasant shade over a field of corn
Death will lay its soft caress upon your hair of gold
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Near
06:56
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Is it too far? Too much to ask? There's a sun that shines all around us
Maybe it's a shame, too late to run
Is it near you will come gathering flowers for my mind?
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Away
When day yields way to night
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Trees Naples, Italy
The Godfathers Of Italogaze.
Active since 1993,
traced the guidelines of a movement with their unique mix of Darkwave, Shoegaze and Dreampop.
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