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Tracing My Steps
03:35
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Tracing My Steps' is the single from his upcoming album "Love is".
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lyrics
Tracing My Steps
Tracing my steps to where I first laid eyes on one as mad in love as you,
I find myself in sweet surrender, for that place does not exist
Where did you come from? How did we find it?
What are the odds that this could be
The moment that makes us—the moment that takes us
Down a road we’ve never been?
We’re in the dark, but I have never seen so clearly
We’re at the start, but I have never loved so deeply
We’re at the start, and I have never loved so deeply
Making our way to something special, something we may never forget,
Lets just remember nothing matters, nothing but us if we just let
Gravity ground us, listen the sound of
Romance can be heard
Feel the motion like waves off the ocean
Lapping on your paradise
We’re in the dark, but I have never seen so clearly
We’re at the start, but I have never loved so deeply
We’re at the start, and I have never loved so deeply
It's funny how we feel so indifferent to the fact that everyone’s asleep
Stifled emotion you keep in your throat, but I know that you’re dying to let
go of the choke hold you have and be so bold
As to let me steal you
Break inhibition with only a kiss and
Send you on a trip tonight
We’re in the dark, but I have never seen so clearly
We’re at the start, but I have never loved so deeply
We’re at the start, and I have never loved so deeply
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Lady
04:08
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Busy Bee
03:24
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Hey Busy Bee, every little bitty thing been vexing you?
Hey Busy Bee, you think that itty-bitty sting’s protecting you? No.
Just take a breather. Fuss makes you either
impossible, irascible, bossy, or impassible.
It’s time we talked, just you and I.
Hey Buy Bee, it’s been too long since you stopped to smell the pretty roses.
You Busy Bee—You work too hard.
Go on and drop those chores your heart opposes.
Bee in your bonnet? I’ll write a sonnet to keep you alive,
or just revive the happiness of which you are deprived.
Don’t you know that you’re the one that I adore?
And every time you cry I only love you more?
Though every day, I may say “come what may”,
I don’t know where I’d be without you, my Busy Bee.
Hey Busy Bee, I can see you’re in a jail the way you stripe your clothing.
You Busy Bee, I can’t help but notice that it’s not the daily drudge you’re loathing.
It’s temporary, this load you carry.
No need to regret or get upset over a day you know that you will forget.
Don’t you know that you’re the one that I adore?
And every time you cry I only love you more?
Though every day, I may say “come what may”,
I don’t know where I’d be without you, my Busy Bee.
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Teary-eyed, she told him something wasn’t right—
plaguing her past, blocking her life.
Two and two, he put together and he knew.
Blown away, all he could say:
This is not your fault. This is not your fault.
Baby, I love you,
and there’s nothing I can say to you to put your pieces back together.
I try to understand what my mind can barely comprehend.
I know that you’ve got something to work through,
and there’s nothing I can do.
Living hell, somebody stole her from herself—
gutted her clean—and the pain keeps pulling her down
to the deepest deep that deep can be,
lying at night where she sleeps, haunting her dreams.
This was not her fault. It never was her fault.
Baby, I love you,
and there’s nothing I can say to you to put your pieces back together.
I try to understand what my mind can barely comprehend.
I know that you’ve got something to work through,
and there’s nothing I can do.
She sat in silence for a moment,
softly breathing to the beating of her heart,
so close but far away.
He took a breath as he stared deeply
into the eyes that gave him meaning every day
and promised he would stay.
Baby, I love you,
so here’s something I will say to you to put those pieces back together.
I try to understand what my mind can barely comprehend.
I know that you’ve got something to work through,
and that’s why I’m standing right beside you.
Right. Beside. You.
Because, you know my heart—it beats for only you,
and there’s nothing I can do.
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Fallen Hero
04:53
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How dare I wander into the woods
with no regard for the beast that awaits me.
How dare I convince myself that I could
welcome your smile so, and think you could wake me.
I was wrong, and way too bold.
My lips are stone and my mind is stone,
so pick up your heart. It’s time you went home.
I’m a fallen hero.
How dare I dive in the water here
with no regard for the heat that escaped me.
How dare I strip off the worst of fears.
Feeling your heart’s warmth, I let you embrace me.
I was wrong. I’m still stone cold.
My lips are stone and my mind is stone,
so pick up your heart. It’s time you went home.
I’m sorry I let you fall right through my hands.
I’m only a statue—you must understand—of a fallen hero.
I’m a fallen hero.
Wipe away the dust from the plaque at my feet:
“HE LIVED FOR LOVE. HE DIED FOR LOVE.
MAY HIS LOVE REST IN PEACE”
My lips are stone and my mind is stone,
so pack up your heart and just leave me alone.
A marble statue forever I’ll stay.
I fought for my love and I suffered the fate
of a fallen hero.
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Goodbye for Now
03:40
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Goodbye for now. I know I’ll see you again.
It’s strange to feel a break without a bend.
Surprised, somehow, to see me singing this song
when you know, my love, I loved you all along?
Turn the page, but fold it over.
Mark it with a four-leaf clover.
You may need some luck to find the place where we left off together.
Turn the page, but don’t forget it.
Love will linger if you let it. So it’s time to say
goodbye for now. I know I’ll see you around.
Though your wings have healed, you’re barely off the ground.
So I’ll lie for now, if only you can be free
to take your time before you finally see...
Turn the page, but fold it over.
Mark it with a four-leaf clover.
You may need some luck to find the place where we left off together.
Turn the page, but don’t forget it.
Love will linger if you let it.
So it’s time to say goodbye.
Turn the page, but fold it over.
Mark it with a four-leaf clover.
You don’t need your luck to find the place where we made love together!
Turn the page, but don’t forget it.
Love will love on if you let it.
So it’s time to say
goodbye for now. I know I’ll see you again.
The same love story—just a chapter end
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Rain, Rain, Go Away
03:47
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Every time I walk outside, umbrella in my hand, I will curse your clouds for crying on my shoes.
Couldn’t find a better way to spend a sunny day than to drop on by and rain on my parade?
Rain, rain, go away. Come again another day.
Come around when I’m no longer near.
Rain, rain, go away, there isn’t time for us to play.
Leave me now and come another year.
It’s plain to see you make a tree from soil and a seed,
but it’s I who digs the hole and pulls the weeds.
So I will plant and you will pour, but leave without delay.
I despise your dreary skies of early May.
Rain, rain, go away. Come again another day.
Come around when I’m no longer near.
Rain, rain, go away, there isn’t time for us to play.
Leave me now and come another year.
I lived my life so high and dry,
a high-and-mighty mind without a weathervane.
But how the winds can change. The rainy skies I now embrace,
as I waken in the night to an old familiar place.
A chapel chimes two lonely times,
the light from on the street streaming down the sleepy window pane in beads.
Breathing soft and breathing slow in silent reverie
lies the love of mine, so peaceful, next to me.
Rain, rain, oh I prayed the rainy night would make her stay,
fall in love and lie with me this evening.
Rain, rain, come and play. Never mind those things I say...
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Body and Soul
03:52
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I’ve been tied up before—my hands behind my back.
I’ve been locked behind closed doors—so sad, but it’s a fact.
But nothing yet has made me wanna scream so loud the windows crack, but here you are.
So the moment you open your mouth,
I’m gonna kiss you—body and soul.
Body and soul, I’m gonna kiss you—
Make you my own.
Though I don’t know what’s come over me,
and I can’t say what the hand will be,
suddenly comes this thief on the rise,
a smooth pick-pocket with an eye on the prize.
So the moment you close your eyes,
I’m gonna steal you—body and soul.
Body and soul, I’m gonna steal you from right under your sweet little nose.
I hope this makes it down into the deepest secret workings of your heart.
That’s where I’ll start.
The moment your heart stops its lies,
you’re gonna find that I make you whole—
Body and soul.
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Sailing
03:35
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No, I’ve never gone sailing before. I think I’ll go today,
floating high above the sandy floor, tow my troubles far away.
And though I’ve never gone diving before, to the depths where light won’t go,
take the troubles I don’t want anymore and watch them sink below.
I think I’ll go sailing.
I think I’ll go sailing on the waves.
Sailing over my troubles’ new found grave.
Sailing, off into the sun.
I think I’ll go sailing.
Though I’ve never gone to visit the moon, I’m sure I will someday.
And I’ll float, so weightless like a balloon, over dusty fields of gray. Though I’ve never planted briars before, my troubles I will sow.
Sitting frozen, freeze-framed forevermore, far away my ship will go.
I think I’ll go sailing.
I think I’ll go sailing on the stars,
sailing far away from all the planes and trains and cars.
Sailing, flying by the sun.
I think I’ll go sailing.
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It Will Do
03:23
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We’ve been here many times before,
sunrise breathing through the blinds.
Clothing, like sandbags from a hot air balloon lay useless.
We’d left the earth behind.
One more night, one more desperate search to find that no—
I’m no answer to your prayer.
And I’d forget you if you dared me to.
This isn’t heaven by the farthest stretch of our imagination.
This isn’t it, but it will do.
The sky goes on for days and days.
The heat will take us through the clouds,
but we’re floating between fantasy and a harsh reality that we’re cooling each moment that we climb.
Light a match, but you’re wasting both our time.
And no—I’m no answer to your prayer.
And I’d forget you if you dared me to.
This isn’t heaven by the farthest stretch of our imagination.
Over, and over. Over, and over. And though...
we’ve been here many times before,
sunrise breathing through the blinds.
Clothing, like sandbags from a hot air balloon.
This isn’t it, but it will do.
This isn’t it. But it will do.
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