Song | Revisited |
Artist | The Antlers |
Album | Familiars |
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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 |
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 |
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 |