I believe
You've had something that's mine
All this time
Slow to singalong crawl
Fork it over
I live among
The alarms, where I trip
Where they sing
Slow to singalong craw...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The New Pornographers
Sweetheart, I was trapped in transit
My lost ride
When your wild eye wandered here lady
Go out by the sweetheart tree
But don't let go
It's how my friend history here made me
What...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The New Pornographers
Under your wheels, the hope of spring
Mirage of loss, a few more things
You left your sorrow dangling
It hangs in air like a school cheer
Complex notes inside the chords
On every ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The New Pornographers
I took a plane
I took a train
(Ah, who cares, you always end up in the city)
I said to Carl
Look up for once
(See just how the sun sets in the sky)
I said to Jon
Do you think the...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The New Pornographers
Glasswork shards decorate this house
We're tossing lost arts out windows
The splash and jangle of a secret science defined
You claim some golden age is upon us
You always lov...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The New Pornographers
Assassins drain the deep end, but to leap off or to creep in?
Well inside the thriller genre, it's the long game of the goners
The room is in disguise, it’s the lamp's ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The New Pornographers
[Verse 1: A. C. Newman]
Solomon had his following, he heard his calling
In a fever dream at 4 or 5 in the morning
Nothing he thought would enter him into the canon
But he had t...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The New Pornographers
When we begin to reconstruct events, it lends itself to legend, yes
The amount of love that goes into the sets is very obvious
In this scale model, ship in bottle, swinging from ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The New Pornographers
She was only ever passing through
She's only ever passing through
Cartilage and sinew
Was the name of her act
And it's true to love her is all I can do
In a world that's bea...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The New Pornographers
Been awake for awhile
Going deep, going long
Rising through what I keep
In the floats, what we found
Under glass, all the hours
Filled with hail-mary passes
It all sort of ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The New Pornographers