Bright Eyes Landlocked Blues Lyrics

if you walk away, i'll walk away.
first tell me which road you will take.
i don't want to risk our paths crossing some day,
so you walk that way, i'll walk this way.
And the future hangs over our heads
and it moves with each current event
until it falls all around like a cold, steady rain
just staying, when it's looking this way.
and the moon's laying low in the sky
forcing everything metal to shine
and the sidewalk holds diamonds like a jewelry store case
they argue "walk this way, now walk this way"
and laura's asleep in my bed
as i'm leaving she wakes up and says,
"i dreamed you were carried away on the crest of a wave, baby don't go away, come here."
And there's kids playing guns in the street
and one's pointing his tree branch at me
so i put my hands up
i say, "enough is enough! if you walk away, i'll walk away.."
and he shot me dead!
i found a liquid cure
for my landlocked blues
it will pass away, like a slow parade.
it's leaving but i don't know how soon.
And the world's got me dizzy again
you'd think after 22 years, i'd be used to the spin
and it only feels worse when i stay in one place
so i'm always pacing around or walking away.
i keep drinking the ink from my pen
and i'm balancing history books up on my head. But it all boils down to one quotable phrase: "if you love something, give it away."
a good woman will pick you apart
a box full of suggestions for your possible heart
but you may be offended and you may be afraid
but don't walk away, don't walk away.
we made love on the living room floor
with the noise in the background from a televised war
and in that deafening pleasure i thought i heard someone say, "if we walk away, they'll walk away."
But greed is a bottomless pit
and our freedom's a joke, we're just taking a piss.
and the whole world must watch the sad comic display.
if you're still free, start running away...
cause we're coming for you!
i've grown tired of holding this pose.
i feel more like a stranger each time i come home
so i'm making a deal with the devils of fame
saying let me walk away..please.
you'll be free child, once you have died.
from the shackles of language, in measurable time.
and then we can trade places, playing musical graves.
till then walk away...walk away...walk away..
so i'm lopcked back on
putting on my shoes
i just wanna make a clean escape
i'm leaving but i dont know where to.
i know i'm leaving but i don't know where to..

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