Bats

Come rebuild your memory

With a small mountain of burning leaves

And a swinging wire door that slams shut like a guillotine

Strum a note up in the wires

To chase bats down the river, seagulls around spires

And shred all the twilight, scatter it citywide

Those average angels

The drunken saints with heavy heads

They can keep dreaming

Dreaming of sleep down the edge of the bed

But nobody's ever gonna break your heart again

Nobody's ever gonna break your heart again

And the high pitched crooked thoughts

That ricocheted off the walls

She just set them down quiet

Safe in her dresser drawer

She laid me out on the laundromat floor

And said you'll be not nearly who you were anymore

And I'll always be here to remind you what time is for

Those average angels

The drunken saints with heavy heads

You see their spirits are cowering

Under the table

And they're still counting

Counting the breaths under their breath

But nobody's ever

Nobody's ever

Nobody's ever gonna break your heart again

Nobody's ever gonna break your heart again

Nobody's ever gonna break your heart again

Nobody's ever gonna break your heart again