歌词
Where will you reincarnate?
When will you reappear?
Cause you stay in the corner of my eye
But when I look, you're just not there
Let's light a seance flame
Call to the spirits near
I told all those fucking bees
There's cigarette smoke trapped inside leather chairs
It's sorry and tragic
But common and always
On the back of my mind
Just how I hate the sunrise
But the jury then decides
Wall to wall that I'm a liar
So let's light a seance flame
Call to the spirits near
Call me a nihilist
I'm just in awe at the length of your hair
It's almost heavy
It's smalltalk
It's weathering
Against the shingles, the creek done rose above the bank
Now it's wrapped around the house where once upon a time
We used to feel so safe
So grab the pets and pictures and head for a middle ground
Between the things we can accept or change
And all that's left
That we just simply can't
I can bear no more burden
I've seen there is to see
Blood gurgles, spits and speaks in tongues
Through broken arteries
Does anyone reincarnate?
Will anything reappear?
'Cause you stay in the corner of my eye
But when I look, you're never there
It's haunted
Boardwalk
Funhouse
Maze of mirrors
I need a burial plot for all of my morbid thoughts
A line so permanent
There can't be another side to it
Loose lips that promise to change
The hell that spelled out my name
Don't I say it so confident
I ought to be aware of it
I gotta shed it like a skin
Gotta absolve it like a sin
Last call on everyone I've been
I gotta shed it like a skin
Cause didn't you always say you hear your heartbeat in the floor?
Now you're boarding all the windows
Lockin up the door
It just didn't make sense to run when I heard thunder in the sky
Should've stood there on the sidewalk
But instead I went inside
And hung it up high for all to see
The gallows of love
Didn't understand it then but now I know it all too much
Didn't you always say you feared the ending of the world?
Now you're turning off the TV and just standing on the shore
Laughing off every bad joke, like the funny way that he works
Or the curious comet discovering the earth
Christopher Columbus, the great pyramids
Awful to many
But to some
Magnificent
Written by: Nathan McNeill Howard, Paul Thomas Kessler