
Date of issue: 17.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Deepest Sighs, the Frankest Shadows |
There’s a sky full of lights and none of them stars |
But each white, silvery flicker’s a faithful reminder to us |
Of a weight that’s in youth that makes a dick of us all |
If it happened today, then it’s probably happened before |
In a crowd unfamiliar, I just wanna touch a familiar face |
And make friends at the parties I’ve feared the likes of an age |
To be wanted with truth and make formidable love |
See light in myself that I see inside everyone else I know |
It’s not a lacking of spine, nor of physical pulse |
It’s just a feeling of distance akin to a feeling of loss |
Of love in the youth of my limited life |
That passed in a violent and ritual screwing inside |
And the years unfamiliar are made of increasingly digital days |
And I am grieving the loss of myself with frightening malaise |
When there’s weightness in youth and the sum of it’s small |
Just stand in the darkness and laugh with your heel on its throat |
'Cause not everything means something, honey |
So say the unsayable, say the most human of things |
And if everything is temporary |
I will bear the unbearable, terrible triteness of being |
Alone in my house, frozen in time |
But don’t get me wrong now, honey, I am trying |
There’s a warmth in the eyes and a clearness of thought |
When the deepest of sighs and the frankest of shadows are gone |
We’re pushing a stone up a mountainous waste |
And the lines at the store look like lines on a beautiful face |
See, I’m not so assured |
Nor unusually strong or outstandingly brave |
I’m more just fumbling around in the dark for the bulk of my day |
When there’s weight that’s in youth and the sum of it’s small |
I will stand in the darkness and laugh with my heel on its throat |
And not everything means something, honey |
So say the unsayable, say the most human of things |
And if everything is temporary |
I will bear the unbearable, terrible triteness of being |
Alone in my house, frozen away |
But don’t get me wrong now, honey, I’m okay |
Ah, cast me a line |
Ah, honey, cast me a line |
Won’t you fear me tonight? |
Goddamn do you fear me tonight? |
Ah, pass me a light |
Ah, honey, pass me a light |
Won’t you feel me tonight? |
Goddamn do you feel me tonight? |
'Cause not everything means something, honey |
So say the unsayable, say the most human of things |
If everything is temporary |
I will bear the unbearable, terrible triteness of being |
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