The Oh Hellos - Passerine lyrics
[The Oh Hellos - Passerine lyrics]
Like carillon bells
The house of Augustus rings
With the echoing hymn of my fellow passerine
They took to it like a fox to a burrow
Like an eagle to an aerie and my god
It's getting hard to even hum a single thing
Cause you were the song that I'd always sing
You were the light that the fire would bring
But I can't shake this feeling
That I was only
Pushing the spear into your side again
See, my birds of a kind
They more and more are looking like
Centurions than any little messiah
And as I prune my feathers
Like leaves from a vine
I find that we have fewer and fewer in kind
But
My palms and fingers still reek of gasoline
From throwing fuel to the fire
Of that Greco-Roman dream
Purifying the holy rock to
Melt the gilded seams
It don't bring me relief
No it don't bring me nothing that
You were the song that I'd always sing
You were the light that the fire would bring
But I can't shake this feeling
That I was only
Pushing the spear into your side again
And again and again
When he comes a-knocking at my door
What am I to do, what am I to do, oh lord
When the cold wind rolls in from the north
What am I to do, what am I to do, oh lord
When he comes a-knocking at my door
What am I to do, what am I to do, oh lord
When the cold wind rolls in from the north
What am I to do, what am I to do, oh lord
When he comes a-knocking at my door
What am I to do, what am I to do, oh lord
When the cold wind rolls in from the north
What am I to do, what am I to do, oh lord
The house of Augustus rings
With the echoing hymn of my fellow passerine
They took to it like a fox to a burrow
Like an eagle to an aerie and my god
It's getting hard to even hum a single thing
Cause you were the song that I'd always sing
You were the light that the fire would bring
But I can't shake this feeling
That I was only
Pushing the spear into your side again
See, my birds of a kind
They more and more are looking like
Centurions than any little messiah
And as I prune my feathers
Like leaves from a vine
I find that we have fewer and fewer in kind
But
My palms and fingers still reek of gasoline
From throwing fuel to the fire
Of that Greco-Roman dream
Purifying the holy rock to
Melt the gilded seams
It don't bring me relief
No it don't bring me nothing that
You were the song that I'd always sing
You were the light that the fire would bring
But I can't shake this feeling
That I was only
Pushing the spear into your side again
And again and again
When he comes a-knocking at my door
What am I to do, what am I to do, oh lord
When the cold wind rolls in from the north
What am I to do, what am I to do, oh lord
When he comes a-knocking at my door
What am I to do, what am I to do, oh lord
When the cold wind rolls in from the north
What am I to do, what am I to do, oh lord
When he comes a-knocking at my door
What am I to do, what am I to do, oh lord
When the cold wind rolls in from the north
What am I to do, what am I to do, oh lord