10 000 ways to tell an old tale
Well here's 4 anyway
- 1 -
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- 2 -
shapeless thoughts
little isles
a golden hymn
soflty melting hearts
soaking wet
violent mood swings
- 3 -
purple haze, hard grey
somewhat pinkish
hard to say
baby blue, orange sway
and all the in between
want to play
or maybe fight
i could not say
- 4 -
And if the snow buries my,
my neighbourhood.
And if my parents are crying
then I'll dig a tunnel
from my window to yours,
yeah a tunnel from my window to yours.
You climb out the chimney
and meet me in the middle,
the middle of the town.
And since there's no one else around,
we let our hair grow long
and forget all we used to know,
then our skin gets thicker
from living out in the snow.
You change all the lead
sleepin' in my head,
as the day grows dim
I hear you sing a golden hymn.
Then we tried to name our babies,
but we forgot all the names that,
the names we used to know.
But sometimes, we remember our bedrooms,
and our parent's bedrooms,
and the bedrooms of our friends.
Then we think of our parents,
well what the hell ever happened to them?!
You change all the lead
sleepin' in my head to gold,
as the day grows dim,
I hear you sing a golden hymn,
the song I've been trying to sing.
Purify the colours, purify my mind.
Purify the colours, purify my mind,
and spread the ashes of the colours
Over this heart of mine!
- The Arcade Fire, Neighborhood #1
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