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Searching for reasons that you stay away
Searching for your disturbing body
Searching for your disturbing body
The math doesn’t add up when I do it alone
How many paths travel you home?
Disturbing body luring me
How does the wind code your mystery?
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In needing the antidote
Look for the bitter part of the fruit
After all the nights so sweet
I walk in the street
Alone with my tune
I savour the bitter part of the fruit
You walk on the riverbank
You’ve got a friend with you
Notice how the light turns blue
And something inside
Whispers and sighs
You’re tasting the bitter part of the fruit
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Sun-Spotted Apple
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Bluebird
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Inertia of a Dream
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Flowers on the body dead
Flowers I sent
Powder on the eyes of them
They’re too young to die
Dying makes a sort of paste
It’s good for the eyes
Dying makes a sort of cloud
It broadens the sky
Dying makes a sort of sound
It darkens the night
The night was a warning
For my paciful eyes
Heard through the shadows
You’d worn a disguise
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Salt or Sand
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Our Breath
03:06
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Wrote a prayer
To sing inside my head
Touched the wall
Forgot that I am small
Was alone
Found the white hair in my comb
And knew the mountain
Continued to grow
And I thought that perhaps
I could join it
We dip so low
To reach the bottom of the well
Singing quiet prayers
Underneath our breath
Our breath
Our breath
Our breath
Swallows dipping low into the well
The search for water causes strange behaviour
Eating curdled milk and bread
When will we feast again
Tied a bracelet onto your wrist
With a bell that I had kissed
But the bell it froze
And went silent in the mist
We dip so low
To reach the bottom of the well
Singing quiet prayers
Underneath our breath
Our breath
Our breath
Our breath
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Last Sip
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Midnight at the Station
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Cots Montreal, Québec
Cots is the debut solo project by composer, singer, and guitarist Steph Yates.
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