Destroyer - Why Banacek Doesn't Love lyrics
[Destroyer - Why Banacek Doesn't Love lyrics]
Yes, your guile, it has bestowed me
With a knowledge of espionage
Intrinsic and big
I accredit you with this, that
And a string of broken entries
But don't forget quoting and stealing
And quoting and stealing
And quoting and stealing and quoting
Did I mention
The Caesarean, it could take all night
And potentially all day
But the boys are all scared
The surgeons must be spared
They'd be pretenders, pretenders all of them
The throne - a summer home, six weeks, no pay
With the stitches we've sewn
Our hands, they become trees
In the genealogy of which there
Lay trials and deceit's
Therein there lay trials and deceit's
There lay trials and deceit's
Believe me, when I breathe, it means
I'm seceding from a love I don't believe of
Before you know
We find ourselves in witch country
Playing a mean harpsichord, a slow accordion
To people far more proficient
Than we'll ever be
I recant on all the present glories
In the face of better stories
Yes, the years always end in winter here
Amongst all the loose talk turn the page
You might understand what they're saying
A language with curves
Girlfriend-ed and giddy
One illshapen but still expensive
The other one somewhat free
While we nail the door shut
The rut we expected was right here
The dykes were in place
But the pike men replaced them with spears
I know it doesn't sound likely
But tonight it's all I see
A seceding from a love we don't believe of
With a knowledge of espionage
Intrinsic and big
I accredit you with this, that
And a string of broken entries
But don't forget quoting and stealing
And quoting and stealing
And quoting and stealing and quoting
Did I mention
The Caesarean, it could take all night
And potentially all day
But the boys are all scared
The surgeons must be spared
They'd be pretenders, pretenders all of them
The throne - a summer home, six weeks, no pay
With the stitches we've sewn
Our hands, they become trees
In the genealogy of which there
Lay trials and deceit's
Therein there lay trials and deceit's
There lay trials and deceit's
Believe me, when I breathe, it means
I'm seceding from a love I don't believe of
Before you know
We find ourselves in witch country
Playing a mean harpsichord, a slow accordion
To people far more proficient
Than we'll ever be
I recant on all the present glories
In the face of better stories
Yes, the years always end in winter here
Amongst all the loose talk turn the page
You might understand what they're saying
A language with curves
Girlfriend-ed and giddy
One illshapen but still expensive
The other one somewhat free
While we nail the door shut
The rut we expected was right here
The dykes were in place
But the pike men replaced them with spears
I know it doesn't sound likely
But tonight it's all I see
A seceding from a love we don't believe of