There's a lesson to learn
With every heartbeat the night grows longer
All hopped up on caffeine
And fighting with my selfish gene

The clock ticks
The sun sinks
We wrestle with 
Our paradise instinct

Step by step in your direction
The moon pulls me toward the ocean
No force of will can overcome
This dizzy urge will pull me deep inside the sun

The clock ticks
The sun sinks
We wrestle with 
Our paradise instinct



Vegas

Sucked into your constellation
The truth is complex
You said no regrets
Watch you through your bedroom window
I see you get undressed
This is dangerous

Spinning on our strange axis
Victims of gravity
Do you still want me
Intimate strangers
Searching for saviors
This is dangerous

It's not over, never over
You can touch me, I'm your woman

It's not over, never over
You can hurt me, I'm your woman

The Voyeur

Just like the stars on a clear night
Spin blooming with light
They spin blooming with light
I never grow tired of the darkness
Even when you rise and I vanish

I wish I may, I wish I might
Find the words to make it right
Sing this song make it my own
So I won't feel all alone
Hear my prayer
Are you there?

How could I know you weren't a destination
Just a pilgrim in the wilderness
Moving past fear in the emptiness
Embracing in the blackness

I wish I may, I wish I might
Find the words to make it right
Sing this song make it my own
So I won't feel all alone
Hear my prayer
Are you there?

I cried like a baby
I cried like a baby

Wish

"Black Trees" by Ultra Violent Rays. 
Produced by Ethan Allen.

LYRICS
Breaking every rule
I ran into the woods with you
The leaves had gone away
But the black trees still stayed

I remember yesterday
Jump off the edge you said
I went too far
In the dark, Autumn dawn

What's behind those eyes?
No answers

Kidnap the future
But there are no answers
And no more days
We're all dead anyway
Don't cry for beautiful things

What's behind those eyes?
No answers

Black Trees

Ultra Violent Rays' version of Little Drummer Boy

LIttle Drummer Boy

"Cooper Gillespie and Greg Gordon sound a bit like the result of PORTISHEAD and Siouxsie Sioux making love while Blade Runner is on." -Nothing But Hope And Passion

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