Maybe this streak's alive
Color in the things you like about me
Was it the violence that split the stars in threes?
Looking in the back where the planets end
The dedication page, it begins
Nah, I don't drink much, just the cold stuff
Nah, I wouldn't lie down, drown in the wet ground
I can't deny
The Futurist's abyss is on the rise
Don't you have any feelings at all?
No I haven't, lady
It was taken out of me by experts
Feeling's a trap
Show me a guy with feelings and I'll show you a sucker
It's a weakness
Makes you think of something besides yourself
If I had any feelings left in me at all it'd be for me, just me
Tried to tip my way into heaven's gate
Must have lost a fortune along the way
I never saved up for a rainy day
I put it all upon the brass collection plate
Am I gonna die?
Or beat back all these tiny suicides?
Maybe if the sky aligns
Maybe I could have you one last time
Was it the silence that amplified the reverb in my mind?
Someday we all die
Why give into these tiny suicides?
Bright Eyes - Tiny Suicides Lyrics
Bright Eyes - Tiny Suicides Lyrics
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Maybe this streak's alive
Color in the things you like about me
Was it the violence that split the stars in threes?
Looking in the back where the planets end
The dedication page, it begins
Nah, I don't drink much, just the cold stuff
Nah, I wouldn't lie down, drown in the wet ground
I can't deny
The Futurist's abyss is on the rise
Don't you have any feelings at all?
No I haven't, lady
It was taken out of me by experts
Feeling's a trap
Show me a guy with feelings and I'll show you a sucker
It's a weakness
Makes you think of something besides yourself
If I had any feelings left in me at all it'd be for me, just me
Tried to tip my way into heaven's gate
Must have lost a fortune along the way
I never saved up for a rainy day
I put it all upon the brass collection plate
Am I gonna die?
Or beat back all these tiny suicides?
Maybe if the sky aligns
Maybe I could have you one last time
Was it the silence that amplified the reverb in my mind?
Someday we all die
Why give into these tiny suicides?
Color in the things you like about me
Was it the violence that split the stars in threes?
Looking in the back where the planets end
The dedication page, it begins
Nah, I don't drink much, just the cold stuff
Nah, I wouldn't lie down, drown in the wet ground
I can't deny
The Futurist's abyss is on the rise
Don't you have any feelings at all?
No I haven't, lady
It was taken out of me by experts
Feeling's a trap
Show me a guy with feelings and I'll show you a sucker
It's a weakness
Makes you think of something besides yourself
If I had any feelings left in me at all it'd be for me, just me
Tried to tip my way into heaven's gate
Must have lost a fortune along the way
I never saved up for a rainy day
I put it all upon the brass collection plate
Am I gonna die?
Or beat back all these tiny suicides?
Maybe if the sky aligns
Maybe I could have you one last time
Was it the silence that amplified the reverb in my mind?
Someday we all die
Why give into these tiny suicides?
Writer: Nathaniel Walcott, Conor Oberst, Alex Levine
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Performed By: Bright Eyes
Language: English
Length: 4:44
Written by: Nathaniel Walcott, Conor Oberst, Alex Levine