Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Haligh, Haligh, a Lie, Haligh, artist - Bright Eyes. Date of issue: 02.07.2007
Song language: English
Haligh, Haligh, a Lie, Haligh |
| The phone slips from a loose grip |
| Words were missed then, some apology |
| «I didn’t want to tell you this |
| No, it’s just some guy she’s been hanging out with |
| I don’t know, the past couple weeks I guess» |
| Well, thank you and hang up the phone |
| Let the funeral start, hear the casket close |
| Let’s pin split-black ribbon to your overcoat |
| Well, laughter pours from under doors |
| In this house, I don’t understand that sound no more |
| It seems artificial, like a TV set |
| Well, haligh, haligh, a lie, haligh |
| This weight it must be satisfied |
| You offer only one reply |
| You know not what you do |
| But you tear and tear your hair from roots |
| From that same head you have twice removed now |
| A lock of hair you said would prove |
| Our love would never die |
| Well, ha ha ha |
| I remember everything |
| The words we spoke on freezing South Street |
| And all those mornings watching you get ready for school |
| You combed your hair inside that mirror |
| The one you painted blue and glued with jewelry tears |
| Something about those bright colors |
| Would always make you feel better |
| But now we speak with ruined tongues |
| And the words we say aren’t meant for anyone |
| It’s just a mumbled sentence to a passing acquaintance |
| But there was once you |
| You said you hate my suffering |
| And you understood |
| And you’d take care of me |
| You’d always be there |
| Well where are you now? |
| Haligh, haligh, a lie, haligh |
| The plans were never finalized |
| But left to hang like yarn and twine |
| Dangling before my eyes |
| As you tear and tear your hair from roots |
| From that same head you have twice removed now |
| A lock of hair you said would prove |
| Our love would never die |
| And I sing and sing of awful things |
| The pleasure that my sadness brings |
| As my fingers press onto the strings |
| In yet another clumsy chord |
| Haligh, haligh, an awful lie |
| This weight will now be satisfied |
| I’m gonna give you only one reply |
| I know not who I am |
| But I talk in the mirror |
| To the stranger that appears |
| Our conversations are circles |
| Always one sided |
| Nothing is clear |
| Except we keep coming back |
| To this meaning that I lack |
| He says the choices were given |
| Now you must live them |
| Or just not live |
| But do you want that? |