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Tekster: Bright Eyes. Haligh, Haligh, A Lie, Haligh.

The phone slips from a loose grip
Words were missed then some apology
I didn't want to tell you this
No it's just some guys
She's been hanging out with
Oh I don't know
The past couple of weeks I guess
Thank you and hang up the phone
Let the funeral start
Hear the casket close, let's pin
Split-black ribbon to your overcoat

Well laughter pours from under doors
In this house, I don't
Understand that sound no more
It seems artificial like a T.V. set

Haligh, Haligh, Haligh, Haligh
This weight it must be satisfied
You offer only one reply
You know not what you do

But you tear and tear your hair from roots
From that same head you've twice removed
A lock of hair you said would prove
Our love would never die
Well, ha ha ha!

But I remember everything
The words we spoke on freezing South Street
And all those mornings watching you
Get ready for school

You combed your hair inside that mirror
The one you painted blue and glued with jewelry tears
Something about those bright colors
Will always made you feel better

But now we speak with ruined tongues
And the words we say
Aren't meant for anyone
It's just a mumbled sentence to
A passing acquaintance
But there was once you..

You said you hate my suffering
And you understood
And you'd take care of me
You would always be there
Well where are you now?

Haligh, Haligh, Haligh, Haligh
The plans were never finalized
But left to hang like yarn and twine
Dangling before my eyes

As you tear and tear your hair from roots
That same head you have twice removed
A lock of hair you said would prove
Our love would never die

As I sing and sing of awful things
The pleasure that my sadness brings
And my fingers press onto the strings
You get another clumsy chord

Haligh, Haligh, an awful lie
This weight will now be satisfied
I wanna give you only one reply
I know not who I am

But I talk in the mirror
To the stranger that appears
Our conversations are circles
And always one sided
Nothing is clear

Except we keep coming back
To this meaning that I lack
He says the choices were given
And now we must live them
Or just not live...

But do you want that?