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Bright Eyes Digital Ash In A Digital Urn

You can make a plan Carve it into stone Like a feather falling It is still unknown Until the clock speaks up Says it's time to go You could choose the

s a cloudy day, But we still can't go home. Open our back cellar door. 'Til we see the moon, We're invisible. No one ever takes the garbage out, A new

a blinking midnight clock Speakers on a TV stand Just a turntable to watch Only smoke came out our mouths On all those hooded sweatshirt walks We were a

the middle of drinks Maybe the fifth or the sixth I'm completely alone At a table of friends I feel nothing for them I feel nothing, nothing Well I need a

window As you sleep through a winter's dream Something's churning the earth, something's stirring the sky Every color at once in a column of light Bacteria breeds on a

fly and sing I'm well within your aim Lay your traps for a thousand miles Please don't let me escape Winter came to Omaha It left us looking like a bride A

: It was Don DeLillo, whiskey, me, And a blinking midnight clock Speakers on a TV stand Just a turntable to watch And the smoke came out our mouths On

's a cloudy day But we still can't go home Open our back cellar door Till we see the moon We're invisible No one ever takes the garbage out A new kid

window As you sleep through a winter's dream Something's churning the earth, something's stirring the sky And the colour at once in column of light Bacteria breeds on a