The Shins

The Shins

Building nothing, laying bricks.

A life before doubt.

The trick is just making yourself.

"what kind of life you dream of? you're allergic to love."

Hope it's right when you die

I'm looking in on the good life i might be doomed never to find.
Without a trust or flaming fields am i too dumb to refine?

You felt abandoned by me,
I recall the sunshine as you were melting
And though the comedy softens the fall
They still hear us with their ears to the wall.

I'm through with riddles, i know we're little
Just help me feel warm inside.

They just talk and make plans in the dark
Or make haste with ideas that can't help
But creep good people out
As you talk to me too much you're assuming
We don't always want what's right.

As someone sets light to the first fire of autumn
We settle down to cut ourselves apart.

You're not obliged to swallow anything you despise,

Born to multiply, born to gaze into night skies,

You'd be damned to be one of us girl
Dare to be one of us, girl,

Ah, I felt like I could just fly
But nothing'll happen every time I try.

You try and make this up this is so much fun,
But we know it to be quite contrary.

You don't know how long I've been,
Watching the lantern dim,
Starved of oxygen,
So give me your hand,
And let's jump out the window.

I invest in a single lie.

There's no cry, no use to searching for
What mutts remain.

Throw all consequence aside

You can fake it for a while,
Bite your tongue and smile

You're old enough, boy,
Too many summers you've enjoyed,
So spin the wheel,
We'll set you up with some odd convictions,
Because you're finally golden, boy

Let the good times end tonight

Just a moment or two from now,
Not a mind will retain even a trace,
Of the thoughts that I struggled to tell
And how our stack of cards just fell,

Never worked so long and hard,
To cement a failure,

Every post you can hitch your faith on,
Is a pie in the sky,
Chock full of lies,
A tool we devise,
To make sinking stones fly,

And still to come,
The worst part and you know it,
There is a numbness,
In your heart and it's growing.

Over the ramparts you tossed
The scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
Tied to a brick
Sweet as a song
The years have been short but the days go slowly by
Two loose kites falling from the sky
Drawn to the ground and an end to flight.

You love a sinking stone
That'll never elope
So get used to the lonesome
Girl, you must atone some
Don't leave me no phone number there

I find a fatal flaw
In the logic of love

You want to jump and dance
But you sat on your hands
And lost your only chance

But I learned fast how to keep my head up 'cause I
Know there is this side of me that
Wants to grab the yoke from the pilot and just
Fly the whole mess into the sea.