Forty-seven strings are pullednby this angelic beating girlnand it breaks our hearts to hearnthe music that comes out of her.nshoulders hang on folded chairsnthis will be our church tonightnwe have dug out foxholes herennot an atheist in sight.nlaughing shaking taking oathsnbreaking sacramental cupsnwe pour the magic in our coatsnthinking it can leave with us.nnbut it’s the wrong way outn20 steps but it’s so harmingnwhen they talk out loudnbend to brace your fingers on mennI’ve been breathing evil airnsharing needles with the skynlooking up rememberingnRegina said they're just old light.nbut you somehow understoodnmy oversaturated skinnyou held your hand up to my necknand played me like a thereminni see london i see francenand all the things that we won’t donand if i never leave this chairnmaybe i can go with you.nnbut it’s a long way outn20 steps but it's so harmingnwhen they talk out loudnbend to brace your fingers on menit’s a long way outnpast the bar and past the awningnpast the easy crowdnback into the endnnwe have found our solace herenin this unexpected placenlike a startled, dying mannkneels in prayer just in casenand while the night sky sadly litnall that you were sleeping throughndeath took my friend benjamin nbut he left his keys with younso I’ll kiss the air insteadnas not to disturb your sleepnand if you never wake my lovenmaybe you can come with mennbut it’s a long way outntwenty steps but its so harmingnwhen they talk out loudnbend to brace your fingers on menit's a long way outnpsat the bar and past the awningnpast the easy crowdnback into the end of harmony nback into the end of harmony nback into the end of harmony nback into the end