Song | Lisbon |
Artist | The Walkmen |
Album | Lisbon |
The countless eyes dotted in the night sky | |
I speak the language, or several hundred words. | |
A cloudless day, and a thunderous night. | |
Among companions, | |
I'll carry my name. | |
But the life we lead came gradually. | |
Who keeps the time? | |
A bitter lime, will do us fine | |
To kill the taste. | |
We'll turn deaf ears on all that we don’t wanna hear | |
But a cause for travel has come again. | |
At this early hour, | |
I'll tell your wife a story | |
She looks outside and doubles over laughing. | |
Of the souls you loved, and a place you lived | |
Those country houses. | |
And a change of heart tore us apart | |
Oh, what a ride. | |
Every chance you have | |
All the love and life | |
All the joy and grace | |
Don't be absurd, don't you think it out | |
You know what thinking does | |
To love's shine, and love's light. | |
Now it's your every word | |
Oh I'm hanging on | |
It feels right these days | |
I saw strange things | |
The lines of old faces | |
Up on the stormy sky, tonight. | |
Now all the younger kids have gone away to sleep | |
In the days to come, | |
I’ll do the same. | |
At this early hour, | |
I'll tell your wife a story | |
She looks outside and doubles over laughing. | |
The life we lead came gradually | |
Who keeps the time? | |
Bitter lime, do us fine | |
To kill the taste.these are the lyrics as per the | |
Japanese C | |
D booklet- some of the words at the head of the lines go unsung or at least severely under-pronounced. | |
I think they add some connective tissue tying the lines together, so | |
I left them in. |
The countless eyes dotted in the night sky | |
I speak the language, or several hundred words. | |
A cloudless day, and a thunderous night. | |
Among companions, | |
I' ll carry my name. | |
But the life we lead came gradually. | |
Who keeps the time? | |
A bitter lime, will do us fine | |
To kill the taste. | |
We' ll turn deaf ears on all that we don' t wanna hear | |
But a cause for travel has come again. | |
At this early hour, | |
I' ll tell your wife a story | |
She looks outside and doubles over laughing. | |
Of the souls you loved, and a place you lived | |
Those country houses. | |
And a change of heart tore us apart | |
Oh, what a ride. | |
Every chance you have | |
All the love and life | |
All the joy and grace | |
Don' t be absurd, don' t you think it out | |
You know what thinking does | |
To love' s shine, and love' s light. | |
Now it' s your every word | |
Oh I' m hanging on | |
It feels right these days | |
I saw strange things | |
The lines of old faces | |
Up on the stormy sky, tonight. | |
Now all the younger kids have gone away to sleep | |
In the days to come, | |
I' ll do the same. | |
At this early hour, | |
I' ll tell your wife a story | |
She looks outside and doubles over laughing. | |
The life we lead came gradually | |
Who keeps the time? | |
Bitter lime, do us fine | |
To kill the taste. these are the lyrics as per the | |
Japanese C | |
D booklet some of the words at the head of the lines go unsung or at least severely underpronounced. | |
I think they add some connective tissue tying the lines together, so | |
I left them in. |