
Date of issue: 15.06.2014
Song language: English
Revisited |
When some unfamiliar faces came to shop in our old house |
I didn’t bother trying to stop them until they emptied it out |
I was standing by the front door, stuffing cash in a jar |
Taking payment for our failures, I only wanted to alarm you |
So when they asked me for directions, I sold them our map |
I sold our shovels and our flashlights |
They took our duffel bag with a ton of room, but a broken strap |
The hungry patrons hit the graveyard, I lit a joint in the house |
Where there was nothing but our mattress and the same soft shelter of sheets, |
where nobody found us |
I let them strip your mausoleum so nothing was left |
But they forgot to close the casket |
They sent you shivering to my doorstep |
Gently clawing at my window when I was less than awake |
I slid it up for you to slither through |
I heard you howling, «Just take me! |
Just take me to the rusty city we perfected |
That holy summer we first found!» |
The place you’re stubbornly protecting is the only pretty thing that we own now |
And we can stay here to wither in your garden of Eden |
But your fantasy’s a prison and you’re serving a sentence you can’t stop |
repeating |
Can you see the secret exit? |
The false wall in obsession? |
You’ll only fit through the doorway when you relinquish your possessions |
So leave everything you’ve stolen that you can’t give back |
And don’t replace what you’ve been missing until you know what you’re lacking |
Leave everything you’ve borrowed and kept for yourself |
You can’t unbreak our broken leases holding on to broken pieces, so return them! |
No guilt, no sorry speeches |