La Dispute - The Surgeon And The Scientist lyrics
[La Dispute - The Surgeon And The Scientist lyrics]
Don't call this an art project
This is science, this is progress
And don't pretend these are heartfelt words
We are
Children dressed as surgeons but disturbed by
The sight of our scars
And now we carry scalpels
To trace the scarring, resting somewhere
On the line between my house
Your heart and into your home
Where you lay sleeping like a
Ceiling fan in winter
Gently turning as the wind reaches
It's fingers through the window
Just to hold you, like I held you
Pressed like a rose between my
Fingers or like stones
I keep in pockets meant
To weigh me underwater
These scars will fade away
But never disappear, my dear
We'll raise our fists like lightning
To rods to god and if he strikes us down
Then he strikes us down
But first, let him hear us speak:
We are like the legacy of thunderstorms
We watched and swore in doorways
"we will never be the same again"
I can feel you healing and I hate it
Like a harpist without hands you
Only bang the strings
You used to love to touch so much
To hear the dissonance drain violently into
The air and then dissolve
Like all the songs I sang but
Never once could make you smile
My god, I would kill to make you smile
My god, I would kill to make you smile
My god, I would kill to make you smile
My god, I would kill to make you smile
My god, I would kill to make you smile
My god, I would kill to
Make you smile, smile, smile
And reach out to my hands, soft and frail
To make good on the love
That you swear still exists
And still thrives
Though we've buried our bodies in
Blood and old lies
Like, "I'm fine" and "you look
So much better than him"
But don't trust the surgeon with your heart
She's drunk and sips from poison cups, and
Don't you trust the scientist
He says "Life is like a wine glass
" as he spills his drink
Like secrets all across your dress and says:
"my dear, I must confess
I never thought you ever knew what
Love was like for real
I never thought you needed me"
This is science, this is progress
And don't pretend these are heartfelt words
We are
Children dressed as surgeons but disturbed by
The sight of our scars
And now we carry scalpels
To trace the scarring, resting somewhere
On the line between my house
Your heart and into your home
Where you lay sleeping like a
Ceiling fan in winter
Gently turning as the wind reaches
It's fingers through the window
Just to hold you, like I held you
Pressed like a rose between my
Fingers or like stones
I keep in pockets meant
To weigh me underwater
These scars will fade away
But never disappear, my dear
We'll raise our fists like lightning
To rods to god and if he strikes us down
Then he strikes us down
But first, let him hear us speak:
We are like the legacy of thunderstorms
We watched and swore in doorways
"we will never be the same again"
I can feel you healing and I hate it
Like a harpist without hands you
Only bang the strings
You used to love to touch so much
To hear the dissonance drain violently into
The air and then dissolve
Like all the songs I sang but
Never once could make you smile
My god, I would kill to make you smile
My god, I would kill to make you smile
My god, I would kill to make you smile
My god, I would kill to make you smile
My god, I would kill to make you smile
My god, I would kill to
Make you smile, smile, smile
And reach out to my hands, soft and frail
To make good on the love
That you swear still exists
And still thrives
Though we've buried our bodies in
Blood and old lies
Like, "I'm fine" and "you look
So much better than him"
But don't trust the surgeon with your heart
She's drunk and sips from poison cups, and
Don't you trust the scientist
He says "Life is like a wine glass
" as he spills his drink
Like secrets all across your dress and says:
"my dear, I must confess
I never thought you ever knew what
Love was like for real
I never thought you needed me"