"The Past And Pending" lyrics
(originally by The Shins)
As someone sets light to the first fire of autumn
We settle down to cut ourselves apart, yeah
We cough and twitch from the news on your face
And some foreign candle was burning in your eyes, your eyes
Held to the past, too aware of the pending
Chill as the dawn breaks and finds us up for sale
Enter the fog, another low road descending
Away from the cold lust, your house and summertime
Blind to the last cursed affair, pistols and countless eyes
A trail of white blood betrays the reckless route your craft is running
Feet to the sun turns into wood, dousing an ancient torch
Loiter the whole day through and lose yourself in lines dissecting love, love
Your name on my cast and my notes on your stay
Offer me little but doting on a crime
We've turned every stone and for all our invention
In matters of love lost, we've no recourse at all, at all
Blind to the last cursed affair, pistols and countless eyes
A trail of white blood betrays the reckless route your craft is running
Feet to the sun turns into wood, dousing an ancient torch
Loiter the whole day through and lose yourself in lines dissecting
Yourself in lines dissecting
Lose yourself in lines dissecting
Lose yourself in lines dissecting
Lose yourself in lines dissecting
Lose yourself in lines
Lose yourself in lines dissecting
Lose yourself in lines dissecting
Lose yourself in lines
Lose yourself in lines
We settle down to cut ourselves apart, yeah
We cough and twitch from the news on your face
And some foreign candle was burning in your eyes, your eyes
Held to the past, too aware of the pending
Chill as the dawn breaks and finds us up for sale
Enter the fog, another low road descending
Away from the cold lust, your house and summertime
Blind to the last cursed affair, pistols and countless eyes
A trail of white blood betrays the reckless route your craft is running
Feet to the sun turns into wood, dousing an ancient torch
Loiter the whole day through and lose yourself in lines dissecting love, love
Your name on my cast and my notes on your stay
Offer me little but doting on a crime
We've turned every stone and for all our invention
In matters of love lost, we've no recourse at all, at all
Blind to the last cursed affair, pistols and countless eyes
A trail of white blood betrays the reckless route your craft is running
Feet to the sun turns into wood, dousing an ancient torch
Loiter the whole day through and lose yourself in lines dissecting
Yourself in lines dissecting
Lose yourself in lines dissecting
Lose yourself in lines dissecting
Lose yourself in lines dissecting
Lose yourself in lines
Lose yourself in lines dissecting
Lose yourself in lines dissecting
Lose yourself in lines
Lose yourself in lines
Writer(s): James Russell Mercer
