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Start:
01:30
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I can see
Something that’s happening here.
I can see
I’m waiting for the rain.
I can see how it all falls apart.
I can see
Something that’s happening here.
I can see
I’m waiting for the rain.
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2. |
Alone (Studio Version)
02:28
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It’s a beautiful day, when the sun comes through the trees.
And the grass grows tall, when I walk through I feel small.
I don’t know where I am, but I know I’m coming home,
It’s the beauty of the morning, that holds back the alone,
I hear the native birds returning, I feel the space has grown,
I know I’m coming home.
On the edge of the road, I found a truth untold,
I didn’t want it missed, taken for fool’s gold.
I don’t know where I am, but I know I’m coming home,
It’s the beauty of the morning, that holds back the alone,
I hear the native birds returning, I feel the space has grown,
I know when I’ll be home.
Held back tears, and dubious circumstances,
Certainly conflict with life’s uncertain chances.
Holding on by strings, wavering allegiances,
Reminded of the endings constant slow advances.
I don’t know where I am, but I know I’m coming home,
It’s the beauty of the morning, that holds back the alone,
I hear the native birds returning, I feel the space has grown,
I know I am home.
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I don’t know the place,
I don’t like the score.
We’re trapped by these walls
And stuck to the floor.
There’s light through the crack
In the closet door.
I don’t feel the strength
To walk anymore.
Do I walk to my fears
Or stay in the cold?
I’d rather stay right here
And watch the world unfold.
I know I can’t fit,
Can I break the mold?
What’s the loss if I stay
And do what I’m told?
It’s the urge to live,
The need to move on.
Cold air down his back
As he watches the dawn.
If he tries to resist
Can he live as a pawn.
With a captured heart
In the night, all along.
When the clothing that I wear
Doesn’t fit anymore.
You start to see my heart
In the hole that you tore.
Your grip on my hand
Shakes me down to my core.
It burns the shadow away,
I start to feel warm.
The sun after the storm
Burning into the quiet.
A celebration of truth
As seen by the Pilot.
When he can’t just conform
He has to fight it.
Taken back to his youth
In fields of Violet.
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4. |
Days Like This
03:33
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Yellow lights flashing down the road,
Driving fast, through the night with nowhere to go.
Let’s get lost in this shroud of indigo,
Through trees and dark and clouds, roads follow the distant glow.
Days Like This
Going by so fast, that make me fall in love with you.
Letting go of the past, the days take on a brand new hue.
When you hold me tight to dawn, when the colors start to rise.
Clearing mist I start to see, it’s reflected in your eyes.
You can push the sadness from my mind.
Lost in a moment, found in rushing time.
He will glare, when your hands in mine,
I wish I didn’t care, it’s hard to leave behind.
Days Like This
Going by so fast, that make me fall in love with you.
Letting go of the past, the days take on a brand new hue.
When you hold me tight to dawn, when the colors start to rise.
Clearing mist I start to see, it’s reflected in your eyes.
And I know it, I know
The color of the sky,
Can’t begin to show
What I felt that night.
Suddenly not alone
I think I almost cried.
It feels long ago
When time is rushing by.
Days Like This
Going by so fast, that make me fall in love with you.
Letting go of the past, the days take on a brand new hue.
When you hold me tight to dawn, when the colors start to rise.
Clearing mist I start to see, it’s reflected in your eyes.
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5. |
The Horizon
03:56
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When heavens in ruin, where do we go?
When my words lose meaning, I feel shallow.
The world shining in color, gives off a glow.
Running to the future, chained to long ago.
I can never forget, your touch the night we met,
Although I miss you, I don’t regret.
The distance killing us, I won’t put up a fuss,
Our love will change but never my trust.
Start, Start
Climbing over The Horizon,
The sun flashes on your face.
Welcome to the life I'll die in,
But never be erased.
Coming back is the terror,
I never saw on your face.
We were looking at the horizon,
Then we stopped feeling so safe.
Taking time,
(I want to walk with my head held high)
Last thing I want,
(But it’s hard, but it’s hard, but it’s hard, with this weight)
But the first I need.
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6. |
:End
03:49
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I’m trying to move on
I’m trying to move on
But I don’t want to forget.
Alone searching for something to find,
Broken by the love that came just right.
Days keep passing that I must remember,
The Horizon always coming closer.
From Start to End
From Start to End
From Start to End
We’re changing color,
But never losing touch.
From Start to End
From Start to End
From Start to End
Removed from each other,
Not lost, just searching.
I’m still searching.
I found you so I had stopped,
Now I’ll try again.
Try not to miss you.
From Start to End
From Start to End
From Start to End
From Start:
From Start:
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Zak Kline Montpelier, Vermont
Zak Kline is a queer recording artist and songwriter exploring the power of music to make a positive impact on people's lives. By redefining social expectations he hopes to bring people together through a shared love of music and life. A focus on singing drives his music through vocal harmonies and explores the power of the human voice to affect change — both intimate and universal. ... more
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