A Song For Patsy Cline

(альбом: No Closer To Heaven - 2015)

My airbag light's been on for weeks
And I keep having dreams
Where I go through the windshield but I don't fix it.
Patsy Cline came and sang to me.
She told everybody
That she knew she would die soon before she did.

I hear you cry on "Faded Love".
The air in August here's heavy with salt and smoke and stings my lungs.

My airbag light's been on for weeks
And I can feel it mock me.
It's bittersweet, like laughter through crooked teeth.
I wanna move so far from everything
That they can hear my heart beat
And then break as I lay dying in the street.

They'll think the ice cracked at the lake.
They'll think a tire blew out and a car crashed on the interstate.

It's hard to watch you walk away.
These aren't the vultures that were circling just yesterday.
It's hard to watch you walk away.
(It's hard to watch you walk away.)
They're picking at bones, at what's left of your misery.

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh

So when my vocal chords rip,
So when my knees give in,
So when I bury all of this,
Who's gonna give a shit
If I'm breathing?

It's hard to watch you walk away.
These aren't the vultures that were circling just yesterday.
It's hard to watch you walk away.
(It's hard to watch you walk away.)
They're picking at bones, at what's left of your misery.

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
My airbag light's been on for weeks.
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
My airbag light's been on for weeks.