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She used to turn silver black
Like iron red and copper green
But with buried limbs the hours are heavy
So heavy that she can barely breathe
Time, time will say “I told you so”
Sweating walls, a weeping sea
We can’t change the channel
They smother her young
While she’s on her knees
She’s on her knees
She used to turn silver black
Like iron red and copper green
But with buried limbs the hours are heavy
Oh so heavy that she can barely breathe
Time, time will say “I told you so”
Sweating walls, a weeping sea
We can’t change the channel
They smother her young
Now she’s on her knees
She’s on her knees
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I perceive
An ocean of love
Just out of reach
But sometimes
You can smell the breeze
Wafting proof
Tasting faith
A clue, a hint, a promise
And it’s enough
It’s just enough
Climbing not falling
Is the intention
A higher something
A higher everything
Not looking under rocks
Not looking at the clock
Just doing the right thing
At every turn and test
Winning but not being the best
Enough
Just enough
If you’ve ever been privileged
To get a sense of the real joy of it
Then your tears are not sadness
But of the beauty of it
And the nearness of it
Near enough
It’s near enough
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Patience
Shifting angles
Gently bending
She wonders when she’s gonna break
I see her over there
She’s sitting pretty
That’s not me
That’s not me
She’s sitting over there
And pulling out her gun
And points it at me
But that’s not me
Wounded
Suffocating
Always pretending
Pulling tricks behind her back
I see her over there
Apologizing
That’s not me
That’s not me
She’s sitting over there
Blood-stained fingers
That’s not me
That’s not me
She wonders when she’s gonna break
She wonders when she’s gonna break
Sitting pretty, apologizing
That’s not me
Sick and pretty, she’s exploding
That’s not me
I see her over there
She’s sitting pretty
That’s not me
That’s not me
She’s sitting over there
She pulls out a gun
She points it at me
That’s not me
I see her over there,
Apologizing
That’s not me, no
That’s not me
Sitting pretty
Sitting pretty
I see you over there
Sitting pretty
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My balance is tricky in flickering light
Slowly pulling into this place
a new place, a new face
Window to window
You’re so close, so close
This is how it’s supposed to work
You’re moving forward, I’m in reverse
Sitting motionless
You’ve got my attention
Go ahead and stare as long as you want
There’s a million things that never will happen
With our fragile egos
It’ll never last, never last
Instant karma
We don’t know, we don’t know
That’s how it used to work
You’re moving forward, I’m in reverse
Sitting motionless
You have my attention
Go ahead and stare as long as you want
Sitting motionless
You’ve got my attention
Go ahead and stare as long as you can
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Say yes to tenderness
Say we could be free
Many gates are left wide open
Many times lost my direction
And I’m a casualty of all this
Don’t even know what it is
Taking notes
Making notes
Tears rolling down a wax raincoat
The consolation is that
I went out fishing
I came back with a catch
Duty bound or nowhere bound
Lost and found in the Lost & Found
Say yes to tenderness
(Don’t even know what it is)
Say yes to tenderness
(Don’t even know what it is)
What is a desert rainbow, Lord?
It’s a hoop for the lowly
No safe cotton wool cloud
No lead-lined shroud
No protection
Only direction
Navigating towards
The safe confines
Of like minds, quick minds, free minds
A serene kind of
Thinking people
Watching people
Listening people
Harmless people
Say yes to tenderness
(Don’t even know even know what is)
Harmless people
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We’re folded in airwaves
We’re on repeat, on repeat
You told me about the famous ghosts
I told you about the machines
Plug me in, plug me in
Wish I had a pulse
Blinking red
How can I remind you
When you’re distant through the noise
I break too much
My bones are turning into rust
Plug me in, plug me in
Wish I had a pulse
Blinking red
You just can’t shut me down
Wish I had a pulse
Folding in, lights out
Wish I had a pulse
You just can’t shut me down
Wish I had a pulse
Folding in, lights out
Holding on to holding patterns
Holding on to holding you
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I feel the switch
I’m climbing trees
Above the canopy
Until I can see
I forget what lies beneath me
The air gets thin
I start to float
Instead of falling I feel myself letting go
Now I’m a child and I’m looking up
This somehow feels like going home
Give me a day to play in clouds
As the memories fade
I take in the sound
The hum of heaven is pulling me in
The air gets thin
I start to float
Into the atmosphere I feel myself letting go
Now I’m a child and I’m looking up
This somehow feels like going home
I wave, I wave, I wave at airplanes
I found, I found up here a safe place
I wave, I wave, I wave at airplanes
I found, I found up here a safe place
I wave, I wave, I wave at airplanes
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Refolded is a collection of revisits, reinterpretations and remixes of songs from the Dive Index album, Waving At Airplanes. The remixes feature reworks from Mike Lindsay and Plumbline. The album features vocals from Natalie Walker and Merz
released May 21, 2021
