Getting dressed for a date
Put on blue aftershave
Wore a kilt like a Celt
Hid the way that I felt
Combat boots, falling leaves
West village Halloween
To a Bollywood song
Taking shots 'til we're gone
And we're gone in the autumn
Persona non grata
I'm the last of the best
I'm your thoughts
In the swamp

There's a playground of children
In the shadows of buildings
There's a line out the church
Where your homelessness works
Where your stain glass and crimson
Meets Ezekiel's visions
Saw a valley of bones
Where no man shall be saved

And now you
You come to me
Asking that
And now you
You come to me
And you're asking that
Oh how can we reconcile?

Left your innocence there
In Tienanmen square
You were filled with despair
Underfed and depressed
Vacant lot
Where a prison stood
God knows you never would
Lie to yourself
But you do every time
Made a life of deception
And passive aggression
I'm gonna scream when I sing
I'm gonna die in the rain
Turn me on you're a knock out
Climb up on my cloud
Do your worst to me now
Before I change my mind

And now you
You want to be true
To me once again
And you want me to be true
To you, once again
Oh yeah, you
You want to be true
To me, once again
And you want me to be true
To you once again

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Conor Oberst