"The Great Divide" lyrics
(originally by Noah Kahan)
I can't recall the last time that we talked
About anything but looking out for cops
We got cigarette burns in the same side of our hands, but we ain't friends
We're just morons, who broke skin in the same spot
But I've never seen you take a turn that wide
And I'm high enough to still care if I die
So I tried to read the thoughts that you'd worked overtime to stop
You said, "Fuck off," and I said nothin' for a while
You know I think about you all the time
And my deep misunderstanding of your life
And how bad it must have been for you back then
And how hard it was to keep it all inside
I hope you settle down, I hope you marry rich
I hope you're scared of only ordinary shit
Like murderers and ghosts and cancer on your skin
And not your soul and what He might do with it
You inched yourself across the great divide
While we drove aimlessly along the Twin State line
I heard nothing but the bass in every ballad that you'd play
While you swore to God the singer read your mind
But the world is scared of hesitating things
Yeah, they only shoot the birds who cannot sing
And I'm finally aware of how shitty and unfair
It was to stare ahead like everything was fine
I hope you settle down, I hope you marry rich
I hope you're scared of only ordinary shit
Like murderers and ghosts and cancer on your skin
And not your soul and what He might do with it
Rage, in small ways
Did you wish that I could know
You'd fade to some place
I wasn't brave enough to go?
I hope you settle down, I hope you marry rich
I hope you're scared of only ordinary shit
Like murderers and ghosts and cancer on your skin
And not your soul and what He might do with it
Yeah, go!
Yeah...
I hope you threw a brick right into that stained glass
I hope you're with someone who isn't scared to ask
I hope that you're not losing sleep about what's next
Or about your soul and what He might do with it
About anything but looking out for cops
We got cigarette burns in the same side of our hands, but we ain't friends
We're just morons, who broke skin in the same spot
But I've never seen you take a turn that wide
And I'm high enough to still care if I die
So I tried to read the thoughts that you'd worked overtime to stop
You said, "Fuck off," and I said nothin' for a while
You know I think about you all the time
And my deep misunderstanding of your life
And how bad it must have been for you back then
And how hard it was to keep it all inside
I hope you settle down, I hope you marry rich
I hope you're scared of only ordinary shit
Like murderers and ghosts and cancer on your skin
And not your soul and what He might do with it
You inched yourself across the great divide
While we drove aimlessly along the Twin State line
I heard nothing but the bass in every ballad that you'd play
While you swore to God the singer read your mind
But the world is scared of hesitating things
Yeah, they only shoot the birds who cannot sing
And I'm finally aware of how shitty and unfair
It was to stare ahead like everything was fine
I hope you settle down, I hope you marry rich
I hope you're scared of only ordinary shit
Like murderers and ghosts and cancer on your skin
And not your soul and what He might do with it
Rage, in small ways
Did you wish that I could know
You'd fade to some place
I wasn't brave enough to go?
I hope you settle down, I hope you marry rich
I hope you're scared of only ordinary shit
Like murderers and ghosts and cancer on your skin
And not your soul and what He might do with it
Yeah, go!
Yeah...
I hope you threw a brick right into that stained glass
I hope you're with someone who isn't scared to ask
I hope that you're not losing sleep about what's next
Or about your soul and what He might do with it
