to death s heart

Bright Eyes

Didn t hallucinate, it wasn t strange
Inside the lines I drew, been staying in my lane
Wasn t assigned to me, I m not to blame
Brown bottles of Jameson, grey ashes in a tray I put out

Got cancer sick, got on a plane
Visited the Vatican to watch the pontiff wave
And he say, ?Benedicente, benedicente, benedicente
On a long hot Sunday

Got to get out of here, I can t remain
Limbs, they hang like chandeliers from alcohol and age
Down in the weeds again, tough to explain
Mattress soaked in gasoline makes iridescent flames
I lay down

I ll ask my love, what will she say?
What s it like to live with me here every fucking day?
But she stays; ?Agotante, agotante, agotante?
In her most gentle way

Still think of New York every time
I see your face now, it just feels like another life
I m up late with an imaginary pain
Always did come in waves
All that s constant is that change

Just grab the kids real quick, can t start the car
Fading like a photograph, your taillights in the dark
There s nothing left no more to tear apart
Agonies are infinite and sympathies
just aren t; they run out

I ve seen that void, tried not to stare
There s bodies in the Bataclan, there s music in the air
And they sing, ?Éphémère, éphémère, éphémère??
And ?Wish You Were Here?

Enough blood to fill up this fish bowl
Keep swimming around
The exit s blocked, there s nowhere to go
All these same fears, year after year
All the old ones reappear
Only difference is you re not here