The phone slips from a loose grip Words were missed then, some apology "I didnï¿½t want to tell you this No, itï¿½s just some guy she's been hanging out with I donï¿½t know, the past couple weeks I guess" Well, thank you and hang up the phone Let the funeral start, hear the casket close Letï¿½s pin split-black ribbon to your overcoat Well, laughter pours from under doors In this house, I donï¿½t 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 arenï¿½t meant for anyone Itï¿½s just a mumbled sentence to a passing acquaintance But there was once you
You said you hate my suffering And you understood And youï¿½d 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
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