P.S. Eliot - Zoroaster lyrics

[P.S. Eliot - Zoroaster lyrics]

I bet you thought you'd die
Before you'd see the day
When I'd adhere to these trite
Tender cliches like you and me
We've been through everything
Why we deny this pattern or what underlies
Teenage southern comfort, penitent goodbyes
And my laments always sound like lullabies
It's how our heart's contrived, to hang heavy
We get caught up all drenched in misanthropy
Disagreeing just to disagree
And either I'm sadistic or they
Fall in love too easily
But, it's not red light love
It's not the grief that forces succumb
It's not cold night love
It's not the strain that forces us numb

I know that you'll believe me
That I meant no harm
Your empathetic discourse is like


An inner alarm that you and me always end up
Back in each other's arms
It's our tender, tenacious hearts
They hang heavy

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