One, two, three
One, two, three

Out of the blue
Saw you fall down the stairs
It was me pushing you
Innocence
Tell me the truth
Is that blood on your hands
Or just chocolate and fruit?

That isn't what I heard
This world went down in flames and man-made caves
An island of lepers
That's no kind of place to stay

Came into view
I just fly through the light
Like the dust in the room
Reminisce
Walk through the zoo
And I sweep up my dreams
With a pan and a broom

Not sure what comes after
Life just went down a drain of rainy days
Way up in the rafters
I float where the organ fades

If it's not all that important then why make a fuss at all?

Just whistle a tune
While you're digging a grave
On a hot afternoon
Happiness
Left here too soon
With a map and a bag
On a plane to Tulum

Best medicine's laughter
What a practical joke we have to play
Let's wait for the rapture
Man the phone banks, we're talking snakes

If it's not all that important then why make a fuss at all?

"Michael, everything's under control"

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Writer(s): Conor Oberst, Nathaniel Walcott