Midwest Kings - Anodyne Lyrics
Baby, it’s our heart’s slow beatingThat make us grow oldI mean to say there’s no one helpingWe’re digging our own holeI’m reading your wordsThey’re scrawled on the pageThey lay here in silent rageI’ll hold you to this for as long as I breatheMuch more than whispersIf I ever found a one-leaf cloverIt would be youAll wishing that such heights were lowerNothing is newI’m citing your verseIt couldn’t sound worseThe black recital I dare rehearseWe all die aloneAnd as I’m clenching this phoneI can imagine the slowing hearseHow many times will I play the hero?How many lies before it’s true?How many times will we clock out at zero?How many tries before we’re through?How many lives til another you?The scars are slowly healingThe lips have regained feelingThe obstacles are kneelingThe final wax is sealingThe great white ships are sailingThe feet have left their railingThe four last hooves are hailingHow many times will I play the hero?How many lies before it’s true?How many times will we clock out at zero?How many tries before we’re through?How many lives til another you?Baby, it’s our heart’s slow beatingThat make us grow oldI mean to say there’s no one helpingWe’re digging our own hole
