Tekster: Bright Eyes. Lifted Or The Story Is In The Soil, Keep Your Ear To The Ground. Make War.
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Our love is dead but without limit, like the surface of the moon, or the land between here and the mountains. Well it is not these hiding places that have kept us innocent but the way you taught me to just let it all go by. And so we've learned to be as faithless, stand behind bulletproof glass, exchanging our affections through a drawer. And it was always horribly convenient and happening too fast, you should count your change before you're even out the door, yes you should.
But please return, return to the person that you were and I will do the same. Cause it's too hard to belong to someone who is gone, my compass spins, the wilderness remains.
Once too often I've retreated into the depths of my despair, I built a barricade to block you on the road. But standing there with all of my possessions piled higher than a house, I felt closer to you than you ever would have known. So let these tiny acts of charity be common ground on which to build a monument to commemorate our time. And though you say you've found another who will surely speed you on your way, don't let the forest grow over that path you came there by. But you will.
So hurry up and run to the person that you love and blind him with your kindness and he'll make war, oh war on who you were before and claim all that has spoiled in your heart. Now I tell myself I've mended under these patches of blue sky, there's still a few holes that let in a little rain. So now it's crying on my shingles, my floorboards moan under my feet, the refrigerator's whining so I got reason to complain.
But I'm not going to bless you with such compliments, some degrading psalm of praise like the kind that converted you to me so long ago because the truth is that gossip's as good as gospel in this town, you can save face but you will never save your soul. And that's a fact.
So hurry and run to the one that you love and tie him up in your likeness and he'll become, become the prisoner I was and know all that has spoiled in your heart. He'll know all that has spoiled in your heart. So hurry up and run to the one that you love and blind him with your kindness and he'll make war, oh war on who you were before and claim all that has spoiled in your heart. Yeah he'll claim all that has spoiled in your heart.
Our love is dead but without limit, like the surface of the moon, or the land between here and the mountains. Well it is not these hiding places that have kept us innocent but the way you taught me to just let it all go by. And so we've learned to be as faithless, stand behind bulletproof glass, exchanging our affections through a drawer. And it was always horribly convenient and happening too fast, you should count your change before you're even out the door, yes you should.
But please return, return to the person that you were and I will do the same. Cause it's too hard to belong to someone who is gone, my compass spins, the wilderness remains.
Once too often I've retreated into the depths of my despair, I built a barricade to block you on the road. But standing there with all of my possessions piled higher than a house, I felt closer to you than you ever would have known. So let these tiny acts of charity be common ground on which to build a monument to commemorate our time. And though you say you've found another who will surely speed you on your way, don't let the forest grow over that path you came there by. But you will.
So hurry up and run to the person that you love and blind him with your kindness and he'll make war, oh war on who you were before and claim all that has spoiled in your heart. Now I tell myself I've mended under these patches of blue sky, there's still a few holes that let in a little rain. So now it's crying on my shingles, my floorboards moan under my feet, the refrigerator's whining so I got reason to complain.
But I'm not going to bless you with such compliments, some degrading psalm of praise like the kind that converted you to me so long ago because the truth is that gossip's as good as gospel in this town, you can save face but you will never save your soul. And that's a fact.
So hurry and run to the one that you love and tie him up in your likeness and he'll become, become the prisoner I was and know all that has spoiled in your heart. He'll know all that has spoiled in your heart. So hurry up and run to the one that you love and blind him with your kindness and he'll make war, oh war on who you were before and claim all that has spoiled in your heart. Yeah he'll claim all that has spoiled in your heart.
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