Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gold Mine Gutted, artist - Bright Eyes. Date of issue: 24.01.2005
Song language: English
Gold Mine Gutted |
| It was Don Delillo, whiskey neat, |
| And a blinking midnight clock |
| Speakers on a TV stand |
| Just a turntable to watch |
| Only smoke came out our mouths |
| On all those hooded sweatshirt walks |
| We were a stroke of luck |
| We were a gold mine that gutted us And from the sidelines you’d see me run |
| Until I’m out of breath |
| Living the good life, I left for dead |
| The sorrowful Midwest |
| Well I did my best… |
| To keep my head |
| It was grass stain jeans and incompletes |
| And a girl from class to touch |
| But you think about yourself too much |
| And you ruin who you love |
| Well all these claims at consciousness |
| My stray dog freedom |
| Let’s have a nice clean cut |
| Like a bag we buy and divy up And from the sidelines I see you run |
| Until i’m out of breath |
| And all those white lines that sped us up We hurried to our death |
| Well I lagged behind… |
| So you got ahead |