The Shins
The Past And Pending
As someone sets light to the first fire of autumn
We settle down to cut ourselves apart.
Cough twitch from the news on your face
some foreign cle burning in your eyes
Held to the past too aware of the pending
Chill as the dawn breaks finds us up for sale.
Enter the fog another low road descending
Away from the cold lust, you house summertime.
Blind to the last cursed affair pistols countless eyes
A trail of white blood betrays the reckless route your craft is running
Feed till the sun turns into wood dousing an ancient torch
Loiter the whole day through lose yourself in lines dissecting love.
Your name on my cast my notes on your stay
Offer me little but doting on a crime.
We ve turned every stone for all our inventions
In matters of love loss, we ve no recourse at all.
Blind to the last cursed affair pistols countless eyes
A trail of white blood betrays the reckless route your craft is running
Feed till the sun turns into wood dousing an ancient torch
Loiter the whole day through lose yourself in lines dissecting love.