the blind It's not easy you see Don't think I don't know sympathy My victims, in my shadow Staring back at me As robbers in my thoughts They tell me
the blind it's not easy you see don't think I don't know sympathy my victims in my shadow starin back at me as robbers in my thoughts they tell me what
Translation: Cold War Kids. Robbers.
Backseat of your family station wagon Listenin' to mom 100 years of solitude and only 12 years old God make up your mind God make up your mind Do you
Look up from the hymnal, look 'round at the faces of families closing their eyes We're taking Communion and passing the offering hat around at the same
He pours the wine into his coffee cup His gin has dropped It's time to pick it up Too fed, he rose out of his bus and left Tearin' slow he's barkin'
from the blind it's not easy you see don't think I don't know sympathy my victims in my shadow starin back at me as robbers in my thoughts they tell
So let's go deadbolt your shed door Cram your paper money snug, closer than before Chandeliers are falling in graveyard rows And your eyes are shifting
Speak about Greenly now that she's gone take my time when I go to bed and I sleep, Lord I'm getting over rolling over I said can you just wait to tell
Conversations that went on terrible paths don't talk about that No no, don't talk about that We're coming back loud and end this conversation Said you
I kissed the kids at noon then stumbled out the room I caught a cab ran up a tab on 7th and flower best recital I had to ruin missed my son's graduation
Careless in our summer clothes splashing around in the muck and the mile Careless in our summer clothes splashing around in the muck and the mile fell
Supper time in the hole. supper time in the hole. shame my family, shame my home. supper time.. old st. john on death row, he's just waiting for
There's nothing to do here some just whine and complain in bed at the hospital coming and going asleep and awake in bed at the hospital tell me the
Slither to sea speakin' in tongues Deft as a surgeon's knife Carvin' through bone Pregnant with doubt You figured out Tricks of the trade to make whispers
