1. |
What We Made
04:42
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The haunted house burned to the ground
The ghosts were freed, they danced with me
The flames softened the town
Forever changed
The whispering bells sang in the fields
I met my soul, she said let go
Oh what the world can be my friends
We deeply know
Now when we cry it’s a joyous release
Now when we sit it is just to breathe
Now when they shoot it is only to capture
The beauty of what we made
The work to rebuild was common as mud
Much to do and be undone
First a graveyard for the dead
A flower bed
Next we learned to love again
Through the pain, a tidal wave
From the heart flooded the plains
Freedom rains
Now when we cry it’s a joyous release
Now when we sit it is just to breathe
Now when they shoot it is only to capture
The beauty of what we made
We tended to the monsters within
Garden weeds turned to medicine
And we held each other gently
Through the fever dreams
Now when we cry it’s a joyous release
Now when we sit it is just to breathe
Now when they shoot it is only to capture
The beauty of what we made
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2. |
Full
03:34
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I want the sound of the subway singing
In the station, ears still ringing
From the show last night
I want the sound of a morning greeting
From a stranger I see daily
My old friend
I want to feel the ease of the
Middle-of-the-day walk through the park with you
Hand in hand
I want to feel the grass on my feet
Feel the sweat roll down my cheek
Feel the heat
I want the smell of bourbon on my lips
At a crowded bar, beneath the stars
Dancing
I want the smell of your skin, salty
Breathing it in
I want to see the moon from the rooftop
Full as the day was
I want a full world
A real world, a real world
A real show, a real friend
Real heat, real salt, real skin
The real stars, the real moon, a real day
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3. |
Buried In The Sky
03:44
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We buried his mama in the sky
And now she sings in an angel choir
Red and blue birds ride beside her
We buried his mama and learned how to cry
We buried his mama in a fire
And now she sleeps in a star
Yeah in North Carolina the suns a little brighter now
We buried his mama and danced through the night
I don’t know what God I believe in
But I see you everywhere
In my dreams
In the face of a stranger
In my newborn prayers
In the empty air
I buried my father in my body
And all that’s left is a funny-bone heart
Touch it gently, it falls apart
Oh I buried my father, he runs through my blood
We bury our worry in the ground
And right above build a home
Hang reminders on the walls
Search for answers in the halls
Oh we bury our worry and wait for your call
I don’t know what God I believe in
But I see you everywhere
In my dreams
In the face of a stranger
In my newborn prayers
In the empty air
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4. |
Returning Home
04:05
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Brick by brick, I built a wall
Didn’t know I could build it so tall
Right above the edge
I could see death, death, death
Pace by pace I passed the wall
Kept me safe from the siren calls
Slowly, slowly
Forgot I built it at all
And there’s nothing to get
Nowhere to go
Just returning home
Month by month my tears ran dry
Looked around and I couldn’t tell why
Called to you for help
You told me wait, my child, there’s time
Breath by breath I dreamed anew
Towards the sun my body flew
Soul guides by my side
A joy ride
And there’s nothing to get
Nowhere to go
Just returning home
Street by street we rode for miles
Donuts sweet
A baby’s smile
Open sky, my oh my
Life can be divine
Brick by brick, a slow retreat
I remember how to weep
Come back, come back
Now it’s time to sleep
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5. |
I Remember
05:23
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The leaves of my ancestors climb up the window
Always follow the sun
Bags are packed, goodbye again
Unfolding into play
And did I say how I’ve missed you
The seed keeper told me it’s never too late
To fall in love
So I’m gonna move at the speed of the seasons
Oh, and did I say how I’ve missed you
I remember the wind at my back, a gift upon my skin
I remember the land in my hands, crumblin’
I remember the flames warm my face
I remember the river’s grace
The sound of your voice is a symphony I’m learning
So much to hear, a balm for the fear
Oh and did I say how I’ve missed you
I remember the wind at my back, a gift upon my skin
I remember the land in my hands, crumblin’
I remember the flames warm my face
I remember the river’s grace
The city skyline is loud tonight
A beautiful sight
I should have known I would find you at home
Oh and did I say how I’ve missed you
I remember the wind at my back, a gift upon my skin
I remember the land in my hands, crumblin’
I remember the flames warm my face
I remember
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The haunted house burned to the ground
The ghosts were freed, they danced with me
The flames softened the town
Forever changed
The whispering bells sang in the fields
I met my soul, she said let go
Oh what the world can be my friends
We deeply know
Now when we cry it’s a joyous release
Now when we sit it is just to breathe
Now when they shoot it is only to capture
The beauty of what we made
The work to rebuild was common as mud
Much to do and be undone
First a graveyard for the dead
A flower bed
Next we learned to love again
Through the pain, a tidal wave
From the heart flooded the plains
Freedom rains
Now when we cry it’s a joyous release
Now when we sit it is just to breathe
Now when they shoot it is only to capture
The beauty of what we made
We tended to the monsters within
Garden weeds turned to medicine
And we held each other gently
Through the fever dreams
Now when we cry it’s a joyous release
Now when we sit it is just to breathe
Now when they shoot it is only to capture
The beauty of what we made
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Kayla Ringelheim New York, New York
Kayla Ringelheim is a singer, songwriter, and pianist based in New York City.
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