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lyrics
LARA:
Tell me, Buddy, is the chairman keeping you up?
Tell me, Buddy, are the glad men kicking you in?
Well if the flood runs over the mountains up to your chin
Buddy, you are my bones
Buddy, you are my skin
When I’m with you I am home
Buddy, you are my twin
JON:
Little Lara, is a name tag weighing you down?
Little Lara, are the billboards boxing you in?
With every breath as young as you’ll be, as old as you’ve been
Lara, you are my bones
Lara, you are my skin
When I’m with you I am home
Lara, you are my twin
Bodies belted out of orbit
Something pulls us back in
When I’m with you I am home, Lara
I’ll never make it on my own, Lara
* * *
LARA:
Kind blue skies above
Stolen car below
Emancipation takes the spark
Burn smooth and slow
If the Devil grew God
To draw the Devil back in
She’d still be singing
With her mind rolled open to the world
JON:
He will not miss his home
It’s a battle cry
It’s a bitter lie blown
Through the telephone
And you were drawing figure-of-eights
He will not miss his home
How could he miss his home?
LARA:
Kind blue skies above
Stolen car below
Emancipation takes the spark
Burn smooth and slow
If the Devil grew God
To draw the Devil back in
She’d still be singing
With her mind rolled open to the world
JON:
He will not miss his home
It’s a battle cry
It’s a bitter lie blown
Through the telephone
And you were drawing figure-of-eights
LARA:
It’s an abstract portrait of fate
JON:
He shall not miss his home
* * *
JON:
Dutch Colonial Revival
You were seared into my brain
The cassette is flipping over
“I believe I’m gonna rain”
If you buy the cigarettes
Then I can do the gasoline
Oh my head is a piñata
And my heart’s a tangerine
Guess we never got happy
Guess we never bled cool
Dreading gym and going swimming
Getting picked on in the pool
Spending Sundays at the mall
And wishing comfort could be bought
Mr. Sullivan my teacher
Said, Think about your thoughts
So think of Saturday mornings
Sneaking crooked down the steps
Mining cereal for prizes
Watching TV while he slept
Until our bodies grew louder
And we taught them how to sin
Secret corners in the basement
Lara, you are my twin
Remember peeling through the ceiling
Wrapped in blankets in the black
When we flew into infinity
And never looked back
Until the day we took mushrooms
In our clearing on the rocks
Dad was human, just a stranger
True forgiveness never knocks
So listen, don’t cry, Lara
‘Cause the pain is gonna bloom
See an old man smiling
On a young man’s gloom
See a young boy clinging
To the tulips in the tomb
When I’m with you I am home, Lara
I’ll never make it on my own, Lara
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