Bright Eyes - To Death's Heart (In Three Parts) lyrics
[Bright Eyes - To Death's Heart In Three Parts lyrics]
Didn’t hallucinate, it wasn’t strange
Inside the lines I drew
Been staying in my lane
Wasn’t assigned to me, I’m not to blame
Brown bottles of Jameson
Grey ashes in a tray I put out
Got cancer sick, got on a plane
Visited the Vatican to watch the pontiff wave
And he say, "Benedicente, benedicente
Benedicente" on a long hot Sunday
Got to get out of here, I can’t remain
Limbs, they hang like chandeliers
From alcohol and age
Down in the weeds again, tough to explain
Mattress soaked in gasoline makes iridescent
Flames I lay down
I’ll ask my love, what will she say?
What’s it like to live with
Me here every fucking day?
But she stays "Agotante, agotante, agotante"
In her most gentle way
Still think of New York every time
I see your face now
It just feels like another life
I’m up late with an imaginary pain
Always did come in waves
All that’s constant is that change
Just grab the kids real quick
Can’t start the car
Fading like a photograph
Your taillights in the dark
There’s nothing left no more to tear apart
Agonies are infinite and sympathies just
Aren’t they run out
I’ve seen that void, tried not to stare
There’s bodies in the Bataclan
There’s music in the air
And they sing, "Éphémère, éphémère
Éphémère…" and "Wish You Were Here"
Enough blood to fill up this fish bowl
Keep swimming around
The exit’s blocked, there’s nowhere to go
All these same fears, year after year
All the old ones reappear
Only difference is you’re not here
Inside the lines I drew
Been staying in my lane
Wasn’t assigned to me, I’m not to blame
Brown bottles of Jameson
Grey ashes in a tray I put out
Got cancer sick, got on a plane
Visited the Vatican to watch the pontiff wave
And he say, "Benedicente, benedicente
Benedicente" on a long hot Sunday
Got to get out of here, I can’t remain
Limbs, they hang like chandeliers
From alcohol and age
Down in the weeds again, tough to explain
Mattress soaked in gasoline makes iridescent
Flames I lay down
I’ll ask my love, what will she say?
What’s it like to live with
Me here every fucking day?
But she stays "Agotante, agotante, agotante"
In her most gentle way
Still think of New York every time
I see your face now
It just feels like another life
I’m up late with an imaginary pain
Always did come in waves
All that’s constant is that change
Just grab the kids real quick
Can’t start the car
Fading like a photograph
Your taillights in the dark
There’s nothing left no more to tear apart
Agonies are infinite and sympathies just
Aren’t they run out
I’ve seen that void, tried not to stare
There’s bodies in the Bataclan
There’s music in the air
And they sing, "Éphémère, éphémère
Éphémère…" and "Wish You Were Here"
Enough blood to fill up this fish bowl
Keep swimming around
The exit’s blocked, there’s nowhere to go
All these same fears, year after year
All the old ones reappear
Only difference is you’re not here