This Distance EP

by >Strobe<

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    Features remixes from SILVA HOUND, EXPY and DREADSABRE as well as the original mix by STROBE. Also features a piano cover by OLIVER LACOTA. Includes bonus tracks, an unreleased demo and a special presentation by Koroshi-Ya upon purchase.

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released 23 May 2013

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Track Name: This Distance (Original Mix)
VERSE I:

7am, and I'm right here standing out in the snow.
Got your number on the dial, but I hope you don't know.
If I told you what I want, would you understand?
Let's find a place where the ocean will meet up with the sand.


PRE-CHORUS:

Technicolor dreams, silent screams, I'll feel you no more.
I'm in the spotlight of your gaze, and I drop to the floor.
Unlock the secrets of your skies, insert your broken keys.
Technology is a clock, ticks away all our fears.


VERSE II:

11pm and sky is now a cloudy maze,
Your light is on, but you're trapped in that permanent daze.
If I had the strength, I'd walk through all of your mines.
But the fear of getting caught rings out in mental chimes.


CHORUS:

Technicolor dreams, silent screams, I'll vanquish with all I've made.
Turn my life into second-grade statements, I'll listen to what you say.
Your skies are blue, in the aura of all of the sights I've seen.
My skies are gray, but the horizon is all I need to fulfill.
Oh yeah, yeah.


VERSE III:

The castle is eroded by the tide, and I'm just watching the waves.
I'm adrift on an ocean of forgettable graves.
A ship is lost on the shoreline, half buried in the sand.
You spoke of dying stars, upon the men they'd land.


CHORUS x2:

Technicolor dreams, silent screams, I'll vanquish with all I've made.
Turn my life into second-grade statements, I'll listen to what you say.
Your skies are blue, in the aura of all of the sights I've seen.
My skies are gray, but the horizon is all I need to fulfill.