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Luna
01:35
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2. |
Ribbon Blues
04:48
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Your poison, your secrets
Kept in your mind
Padlocked and burnt, but it grew in your spine
An angel, divine
So perfect and kind
You’ve made it, with eyes closed
Dissolved into rust
So cold, drown just to feel
The burn, of the darkness
Pointing fingers, we don’t know where to run
Your voice lingers, we don’t know where to run
These,
These games are for two
Bleed,
Oh bleed in your misery pool
Break down these voices
No more ribbon blues
You’ve made it, with eyes closed
Dissolved into rust
You disappeared
You disappeared
You disappeared
You disappeared
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Crystallized
06:01
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Sweet dreams, they can't tell you to go now
Time has frozen for us now
In my head, bed-ridden in a memory but I'm far from young
Time tells, time spells
Picture perfect sanity
Won't you hold my hand
Let me rest in peace with you
Curtains closed,
It's you who they took away
But in the dark of ours you'll stay
Crystallizing,
This march will never end
Oh, in the dark and light, in the blinds
It's all the same, touch skin
The one thing I could never do, paper thin,
You're just a world away, yeah
Don't you erase me away
Who will save, who will save me tonight
Frame away reality for now,
Fall into the depths with me again
I've been asleep for far too long
Set me free
Relocate my memories
Let me be
Another time, another place
But I won't be the same
For you, for you
Bittersweet,
It's you who they took away
But in the dark of ours you'll stay
Crystallizing,
This march will never end
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Satellite
05:36
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You’re a satellite beauty
Meant for the moon and night skies, but not for me
The one I want to explore
You’re a temporary displacement
Put aside wine and small talk
I want to be your blindfold
You won’t even care
You won’t even dare
You build the walls in my head
But walk the streets I can’t feel
Take me back, to the damp grounds
Take me back, take me back, take me back
Deeper than grass than two steps higher
I needed someone to hold
You won’t even care
You won’t even dare
Fall asleep, won’t you fall onto me
We were passing islands, I could never hold you
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enec.e Singapore
We're enec.e (pronounced as "enecdote"). Sitting on the fence between folk & ambient shoegaze. We write songs about conversations that never happen.
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