To Death's Heart [In Three Parts] lyrics

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 hereanymore

• Artist:Bright Eyes
• Album:Down in the Weeds, Where the World Once Was