Lyrics Boxcar Diaries - Cecil Otter

Boxcar Diaries

Outside, there’s a boxcar waitin' for us.
It ain’t in a rush
So we can paint with a brush made of patience and such
And keep the faith in our guts
Now these ants in my heart got it dancin' in the dark
With a flash and a spark, she advances with a shark
In a choke hold, no cold, we’re eatin' good tonight
The two leadin' look-a-likes, from every seedy nook in site
Hindsight flight of the offshore fishermen
This feelin' even better than the fair-weather men
That led me to believe, led me to the seas
Where the fish and disease are just wicks lit in the breeze
Leave, the injuries leave like a treaty
From the hand of the bleeding, while we stand there repeating
«We can’t leave this evening;
it’s too young to start retreating
We can’t leave this evening;
it’s too young to start retreating.»
So now we’re leaping from highs to highers
As we’re sleeping beside a fire
And it’s creeping inside the bed
Creeping inside the bed, creeping inside the bed
So with a stomach full of monarchs and eat, sleep on repeat
We leave them two leaves and leave this life
At ease riders on a storm
Too perfect to put into words;
perfect is what it deserves
Curve the hurt and the nerves, so we can work our limbs
Around an urge and grin and bear the verge of overkill
Motor skill heads, heading towards a bed of roses, called a haystack
And on the way back, I see her face crack
She’s having dreams that a runaway cat came back
And I don’t know what to say that’ll change that
And I can’t take that (I can’t)
So when I can taste your misery, vividly
I want to instantly turn it into history
Bitterly sweet hearts and in the restart
Livin' like we heart too heart to heart for…