Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Safer in the Forest/Love Song for Poor Michigan, artist - La Dispute. Album song Wildlife, in the genre Пост-хардкор
Date of issue: 03.10.2011
Record label: No Sleep
Song language: English
Safer in the Forest/Love Song for Poor Michigan |
I’ve been watching a slow thaw come around. |
I’ve been waiting in the cold and hazy blue. |
I’ve been driving alone out to the edge of town. |
I’ve been thinking too much of you. |
Last snowfall left splinters and some winters never end; |
neither wane nor wear. |
And sunshine is like lovers and some summers just pretend; |
only warm the air. |
It’s that I’m tired of the feeling here. |
It’s too near to death, |
it’s too jobless year-round. |
It’s not the weather in the city or the highway moan. |
Not the streets or the buildings, neither wooden nor stone. |
Every reason to leave this place behind, why I should be alone, |
Are made of flesh and bone. |
I’ve been thinking of exile. |
I’ve been thinking hit the highway and head up North. |
I’ve been thinking cross the bridge and don’t turn back. |
The only warmth is a warmth alone. |
He packed up, took 75 northbound to a brand new life and |
Waved goodbye to the world in the rearview mirror. |
Saw it clearer in hindsight, |
The shape of its skyline traced in a flame from the windows ablaze, |
The people restless and the streetlights glowing like |
Many beacons in the sea or like a lantern lit |
For the ones still lost out in the dead of the night. |
Like lightning striking darkness once, no thunder, no pain. |
Have you ever watched a slow thaw come around? |
Have you waited in the cold and hazy blue? |
There’s an airport there out near the edge of town. |
I’ve been thinking too much of you. |
Settled in that still forest like another phantom or another shadow cast by choice. |
A noiseless chorus blows through the leaves and trees and brings a peace at last |
From a place where the song kept changing just when he was starting to get it. |
When he was starting to trust there’d be a day he’d find a way to keep the rust |
at-bay, |
There’d be a day he’d find a hum to help him muffle the past. |
Like thunder underwater, he hears it fading and feels no pain at all. |
To a Boring, Desperate City, |
It’s been weeks since I’ve been around you. |
Has the fear begun to fade away |
like sunlight when it sinks into the lake? |
Are they now building up, |
or breaking down and boarding up the fronts? |
Has the whole town been |
foreclosed now? |
And what happened to those youthful dreams sunk deep in the |
river weak? |
Or got tangled up in weeds or else they’re stumbling drunk on Wealthy Street? |
Or making plans to leave? |
I need to leave. |
I can’t marry this |
place. |
I won’t bury the past. |
I just need a change of scenery. |
I will hold |
these old streets sweetly in my head like her. |
And I will praise their bravery |
always till the end. |
Let tongues confess the plague of joblessness a temporary |
illness. |
Let us wave their flag from there to here then over and again and let |
us hope for better things though we may not ever get them. |
We will rise again from ashes one day. |
Until then, just roll me away. |
I need to leave but swear I will carry you in me until the end. |
So, Tuebor, my home! |
Your desperate friend, |