Bright Eyes - Classic Cars lyrics
[Bright Eyes - Classic Cars lyrics]
She was a real royal lady
True patron of the arts
She said the best country singers die
In the back of classic cars
So if I ever got too hungry
For a suitcase or guitar
To think of them all alone in the dark
So I laid some nights beside her in
A bed made for a queen
She said I kissed her different
That all the men her age were mean
Gave me anything I wanted, oh the generosity
I took all that I could, it was free
Now the sky's a torn-up denim and
The clouds are just splattered paint
It's a room I'm renovating it's a
Name I got to change
If I get out of California
I'm going back to my home state
To tell them all that I made a mistake
And I keep looking for that blindfold faith
Lighting candles to a cynical saint
Who wants the last laugh at the
Fly trapped in the windowsill tape
You can go right out of
Your mind trying to escape
From the panicked paradox of day to day
If you can't understand something then
It's best to be afraid
The whole world it loves you
If you're a chic chameleon
Intersecting circles
She could hang with anyone
But when conducting business she would
Lie about where she's from
Saying, "Life is how it is not how it was"
I learned to listen
Felt like I was back at school
She'd talk forever about the
Phases of the moon
Saying, "Everything is a cycle
You've got to let it come to you
And when it does, you will know what to do"
Without even knowing
I guess I took up her advice
Painted her front door
It seemed a suitable goodbye
It's not that often but I
Think of her sometimes
Just something quaint
A couple ships in the night
And they keep moving at a glacial pace
Turning circles in a memory maze
I made a new cast of the death
Mask that's gonna cover my face
I had to change the combination to the safe
Hide it all behind a wall, let people wait
And never trust a heart that's
So bent it can't break
True patron of the arts
She said the best country singers die
In the back of classic cars
So if I ever got too hungry
For a suitcase or guitar
To think of them all alone in the dark
So I laid some nights beside her in
A bed made for a queen
She said I kissed her different
That all the men her age were mean
Gave me anything I wanted, oh the generosity
I took all that I could, it was free
Now the sky's a torn-up denim and
The clouds are just splattered paint
It's a room I'm renovating it's a
Name I got to change
If I get out of California
I'm going back to my home state
To tell them all that I made a mistake
And I keep looking for that blindfold faith
Lighting candles to a cynical saint
Who wants the last laugh at the
Fly trapped in the windowsill tape
You can go right out of
Your mind trying to escape
From the panicked paradox of day to day
If you can't understand something then
It's best to be afraid
The whole world it loves you
If you're a chic chameleon
Intersecting circles
She could hang with anyone
But when conducting business she would
Lie about where she's from
Saying, "Life is how it is not how it was"
I learned to listen
Felt like I was back at school
She'd talk forever about the
Phases of the moon
Saying, "Everything is a cycle
You've got to let it come to you
And when it does, you will know what to do"
Without even knowing
I guess I took up her advice
Painted her front door
It seemed a suitable goodbye
It's not that often but I
Think of her sometimes
Just something quaint
A couple ships in the night
And they keep moving at a glacial pace
Turning circles in a memory maze
I made a new cast of the death
Mask that's gonna cover my face
I had to change the combination to the safe
Hide it all behind a wall, let people wait
And never trust a heart that's
So bent it can't break