The Farewell Party lyrics
Song information
Artist: Cursive Album: Such Blinding Stars For Starving Eyes
Lyrics
"Bon voyage" And promptly he hung up the phone There was a doorbell ringing So he snuck out onto the terrace He said "if these were my last words Would they even make print? If all I had to say was simply over said By those old heretics." These words are counterfeit Xeroxed off of memory And no one's listening Hey
Twilight dawns All the champagne is gone All that's left is left behind Doorbells, still life Hey
"Since you're leaving Was it a hollowed out heart? It seems like you've been searching for some wordly position Somewhere you can curl up in a little ball."
It seems the world collapses In the mother's womb The place of birth Where we're all condemned It's the warm, sad, jaded end Starving for salvation on a terrace Drunk, tired, and alone Farewell dead skin
These words are second-hand They're dry They're cracked-plastic lies They're cheap old whores That wasted their lives In search of the warmest womb
[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]
"Such Blinding Stars For Starving Eyes" album track list
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