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Different nights wearing different clothes
I forget the time on my telephone
Anyday you fly through a different home
I would count the hours on that letterboard
Anyway you see written in your book
Handsome memories much younger than I look
And that was so worthwhile in a different way
Now I’m on a date I got to catch another plane
And if we fall below the line between the United States
When I’m trying to remain riding days night and days with you
Fold the other side, divide it, any different way
And now I’m stuck in a maze well I am, I’m coming anyway
Different times we’re in different zones
When I’ve found the hours that make our stay closer and
Give me time to enjoy the day before another night
Goes away
Different times in a different place
Pack a private case revolving, revolving many lanes
And I was so jet-lagged leaving halfway through
For the perfect snack, provided, provided by the crew
And I had, I figured out why I had been so delayed wherever
Living is Santa Monica’s vicinity and if it
It weird you out that I’m so far out of state well I can
I can talk my way through anything you just,
You just don’t relate
Different times we’re in different zones
When I’ve found the hours that make our stay closer and
Give me time to enjoy the day before another night goes away
Another time goes away
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Same Page
05:00
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Comfort me
A song that birds wanna see
Do they know who I am?
Do I sound like one of them?
Eventually
Will you memorize what I’m saying?
Are you lost, are you afraid?
Can you clarify one more thing?
I don’t look forward climbing up for a gain of what I lost
Speaking up, make you love before
Pass your lane
We’re crossing paths on our way
Cause we’re never really on the same page anymore,
No we’re never really on the same page.
Desperately,
I gather up where it all leads
Read your tone, need your space
To identify one more change
What you saw as I lay and I pray for what I lost
Left it late another day trying to make back what I won
All this trouble starts to crumble in this game of one on one
Does this love make you happy enough, enough, enough
Concentrate
I can be quite nervous when you walk around me
All alone here in the states,
Call back after hours have it your way
Cause we’re never really on the same page anymore,
No we’re never really on the same page anymore
No we’re never really on the same page anymore
We’re never really on the same page
No we’re never really on the same page anymore
No we’re never really on the same page anymore
No we’re never really on the same page anymore
Are we ever really on the same page?
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Some Of Us
02:27
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Brushfires you ignited
Fields of embered violets
Some of us they care for more while other men prepare for war
Such times I am frightened
Appalled and indecisive
Some of us like fairy stories
The other one
Loves marigolds
Some of us like violet fields
Of pansy plants, oh and daffodils
I was working noon to five
Is that when you arrive
Deprived of food and light
White flowers did you like
The seasons align
It ends, it ends
Surprise it’s 2 for 5
Taste pleasure fertilized
Eat with your teeth don’t use your eyes
I’m hanging still towards the ledge
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Promise To Call
06:06
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I saw what I saw you promised by nightfall that you’d call me
I saw what I saw you promised by nightfall that you’d call me
Is there someone there around a stormy afternoon
I could not fall asleep (I’m taking this sensibly)
Cause they’re almost perfect, no questions or concerns for you not hopefully
But we didn’t get too far, swing by the deli across the bar that you found on the street (and right on the edge of town)
Can you tell them apart, take out the pennies from the jar my number’s on the screen
You stand on the edge of the doorway
You heard from your friend back from Norway
I saw what I saw you promised by nightfall that you’d call me
That’s not what I thought I was dead wrong when you first thought we resolved this
There’s nothing to learn from I’m so messed up
All these words can seem so methodic
So next time you call me on my cellphone I’ll be waiting out Supersonic
Bueno, cómo puedo empezar para decir
Es muy difícil definir describir y construir estas palabras para seguir hablando contigo
Yo prefiero tu amistad tras un momento emocional
Cómo tanto que ni pudieras imaginar, eso sería gran
Si me puedes contestar en aire fresco en Bogota
O de verdad, cualquier otra cuidad que puedes inventar, vamos pa allá
Don’t stand on the edge of the doorway
You’ll hurt both your hands as it’s closing
I saw what I saw you promised by nightfall that you’d call me (am I gonna take it every time)
That’s not what I thought I was dead wrong when you first thought we resolved this (am I gonna take it all this time)
There’s nothing to learn from I’m so messed up
All these words can feel so chaotic
So next time you call me on my cellphone I’ll be waiting out in the hallway
I saw what I saw you promised by nightfall that you’d call me (am I gonna take this every time)
That’s not what I thought I was dead wrong when you first thought we resolved this (am I gonna hate this all this time)
There’s nothing to learn from I’m so messed up
When you look at me so hypnotic
So next time you call me on my cellphone I’ll be hanging out on the dance floor
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Di Ivories Brooklyn, New York
Di Ivories is an eccentric, indie-psychedelic dream pop project from Brooklyn, NYC led by singer and composer Diego Martinez.
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