A Song For Patsy Cline
(专辑: 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.