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Touching
05:05
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There's a cast of ice in my blood
When I meet the man
There's a little tether to the child in his throat
If I look in his eyes
I see so much rage, so much pain
But I can't seem to empathize
While the current runs the same in my veins
When he feels the deepest grief
For the years passed staring at the gate
He drives out to Bakersfield, sits in anonymous cafes
Now I'm looking out for little towns
In every eye who wants to take away this name
Disappear at Dana Point
So much rage, so much pain
Touching, falling, leaving
Breaks from understanding
Love so loud it turns to doubt and poison
Touching, falling, leaving
There's a little click
Sometimes, in the morning
Like a running balm to the lack, like spring, like horses
And it feels so good I could cry
And the grip gets so tight that I lose it
Back down in Oceanside
Wishing I could sit alone enough to stand it
Touching, falling, leaving
Breaks from understanding
Love so loud it turns to doubt and poison
Touching, falling, leaving
You're holding down the line
For the day when those three letters don't burn and writhe
And they come sometimes
She can be done, done her time
He can be done to save his life
But I got those hazel eyes, like cedar panels
Painted across my mind
Touching, falling, leaving
Breaks from understanding
Love so loud it turns to doubt and poison
Touching, falling, leaving
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2. |
Here
04:01
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This ground
Is covering his mouth
Lay it on the hotbed like the last time
See if it falls out
This girl
Is open in your mouth
Blindside every voice except the firelight
See if she runs out
Like the last ditch step outside
Gun the rain soaked thread in her eye
Heavy ask, high breath, thin line
Are you change?
Are you here this time?
This world
Is falling out your mouth
Look at all the doors wide open
This one's in a black one comin' out
This girl
Is clay inside your head
Shut off every pretty light
Think about the weight of her instead
Like the last ditch fire outside
Gun the rain soaked thread in my eyes
Heavy ask, high breath, thin line
Are you change?
Are you here this time?
Feel the change, are you here this time?
Are you change, am I here this time?
Like the hold out sinking into night
I'll be here in this window all night
Heavy ask, high breath, thin line
Take me out, slick the rain, put me down, feel the change
Are you here this time?
(are you here this time)
Am I here this time?
(are you here this time)
Am I here this time?
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3. |
Ribbon
04:53
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Knife in our side
Turns into soft light
Dull indirect shine
Wrapped up
And the marks on your hands
They will fade and then come back again
In a spiral of gasoline
Late night call to me
Dreams about skylines
Wheels dripping over double lines
Smoke through the cold vents
Can you hear it?
And before you feel done
Lark jumps in front and the dash lights up
Shake as the woods blur
Reach for me, thought I saw it first
Please don’t lose your faith in me
Aisles of circular time
Same wide eye-line
Behind you your whole life
Ribbon
I want you to know I’m coming
Behind you but I’m running
Ribbon
Reaching out to shake the ash that’s in your heart and in your head
You say you came from nowhere
I’m sitting in the car
Please don’t lose your faith in me
Ribbon
Run
Ribbon
Run
Behind you but I’m running
Every little scratch from ’99
Every slant of porch light
Behind you your whole life
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4. |
Ash
03:01
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Picture you
The color of breath as you stand alone
At the edge of the park
Am I running up, catching up behind you?
Is it in me still?
All you've given
Could I find it now?
What is ashen
When you hold her
Is there one bone, one hand, one gesture for me?
Before you get lost
Am I breathing hard, catching up, behind you?
Is it in you still?
What we learned at the same time
Does it make you spin?
What is ashen
What is ashen
Call out angel one more time
Without looking in my eyes
Show you just how I fly
Ripped up and covered in dirt on your doorstep
Look at that beautiful thing you made
While you were away
Is it in you still?
What is ashen
What is ashen
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5. |
Anything
06:02
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At the end of the night
Feel you rush me
Ghost of shaking hands
Clutching my knees
There is always an urgent cast off
Of the space around your feet
But I siphon off the little things
All the skin against your street
Lie
Love me like a cannon might
I don't really need to see your eyes
Tell me that I'm alive
At the end of the night
Here down
On my knees screaming
Take away this needing
There is a body autonomy, sinews are reaching through the mirror
Dreams are spilling out clearer
There is something more beautiful than wanting
But nothing louder
Belong
Put me in somebody else's song
Put me in somebody's arms
Tell me who I want to be
I'd do just about anything
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6. |
Blood Like Water
05:13
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Touch her hand
As you dream next to me
Here again, I'm a godsend
Light up relief
But I can take so much more
Than I wanna believe
So I'm gonna stay in this room
While you sleep
I have been the healer
Heavy middle man
Now I've got locks, they're pretty colors
You can watch them scatter across my hands
All the blood, it's coming out, in your sweat, she's in your eyes, I wanna cry, I wanna leave
Something about the way you smile
Is shutting my red light down
All of the blood becomes water anyhow
Through the crack in the door frame
In the pause before you break
If I gotta wait til she gets further away
I will
There's a night, out of time
It's waiting for you on the back stairs
I saw it once, like a flashbulb
It comes back in the hot air
Humid eyes, dark vision like fire, live forever if you walk by
You wouldn't see it
Wouldn't feel it
Like me
Something about the way the light
Dies in your eyes at night
All of the blood flows like water
Through the crack in this open heart
In the pause as you pull it apart
If I gotta wait til she gets further away
I will
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Sarah Grace White Los Angeles, California
Sarah Grace White makes emotional, physical music in Los Angeles, CA.
Debut EP ARE YOU HERE THIS TIME out now x
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