Forty-seven strings are pulled
By this angelic beaten girl
And it breaks our hearts to hear
The music that comes out of her.
Shoulders hang on folded chairs
This will be our church tonight
We have dug our foxholes here
Not an atheist in sight.
Laughing shaking taking oaths
Breaking sacramental cups
We pour the magic in our coats
Thinking it can leave with us.
But it?s a long way out
20 steps but it?s so harming
When they talk out loud
banter breaks your fingers on me
verse 2
I?ve been breathing evil air
Sharing needles with the sky
Looking up remembering
Regina said they're just old light.
But you somehow understood
My oversaturated skin
You raised your hand up to my neck
And played me like a theremin
I see London I see France
And all the things that we won?t do
And if I never leave this chair
Maybe I can go with you.
But it?s the long way out
20 steps but it?s so harming
When they talk out loud
banter breaks your fingers on me
It?s a long way out
Past the bar and past the awning
Past the easy crowd
Back into the end
verse 3
I am finding solace here
In this unexpected place
Like a startled dying man
Kneels in prayer just in case
And while the night sky sadly lit
All that we were sleeping through
Death took my friend Benjamin
But he left his keys with you
So I?ll kiss the air instead
As not to disturb your sleep
And if you never wake my love
Maybe you can come with me
But it?s the wrong way out
20 steps but it?s so harming
When they talk out loud
banter breaks your fingers on me
It?s the wrong way out
Past the bar and past the awning
Past the easy crowd
Back into the end of harmony
Back into the end of harmony
Back into the end of harmony
Back into the eeeeeeeeeeeend