Haligh, Haligh, A Lie, Haligh

Album: Fevers and Mirrors (2000)
  • The phone slips from a loose grip
    Words were missed then, some apology
    "I didn�t want to tell you this
    No, it�s just some guy she's been hanging out with
    I don�t know, the past couple weeks I guess"
    Well, thank you and hang up the phone
    Let the funeral start, hear the casket close
    Let�s pin split-black ribbon to your overcoat
    Well, laughter pours from under doors
    In this house, I don�t understand that sound no more
    It seems artificial, like a TV set

    Well, haligh, haligh, a lie, haligh
    This weight it must be satisfied
    You offer only one reply
    You know not what you do
    But you tear and tear your hair from roots
    From that same head you have twice removed now
    A lock of hair you said would prove
    Our love would never die
    Well, ha ha ha

    I remember everything
    The words we spoke on freezing South Street
    And all those mornings watching you get ready for school
    You combed your hair inside that mirror
    The one you painted blue and glued with jewelry tears
    Something about those bright colors
    Would always make you feel better
    But now we speak with ruined tongues
    And the words we say aren�t meant for anyone
    It�s just a mumbled sentence to a passing acquaintance
    But there was once you

    You said you hate my suffering
    And you understood
    And you�d take care of me
    You'd always be there
    Well where are you now?

    Haligh, haligh, a lie, haligh
    The plans were never finalized
    But left to hang like yarn and twine
    Dangling before my eyes
    As you tear and tear your hair from roots
    From that same head you have twice removed now
    A lock of hair you said would prove
    Our love would never die

    And I sing and sing of awful things
    The pleasure that my sadness brings
    As my fingers press onto the strings
    In yet another clumsy chord
    Haligh, haligh, an awful lie
    This weight will now be satisfied
    I'm gonna give you only one reply
    I know not who I am

    But I talk in the mirror
    To the stranger that appears
    Our conversations are circles
    Always one sided
    Nothing is clear

    Except we keep coming back
    To this meaning that I lack
    He says the choices were given
    Now you must live them
    Or just not live

    But do you want that? Writer/s: OBERST, Conor Oberst
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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