Marfa Lights
We stood out in the field all night
But we never saw the Marfa lights
Stared up at the stars all night
We couldn't see the Marfa lights.
Bath salts under basalt pillars
In the darkness outside town
Where the feed store was half fallen down
Red paint flaked off, red leaves gone brown
And the sap had all been boiled down.
Feed the paw
Eat the garlic raw
Defend the truth of what you saw
Stay above the law.
We stood out in the field all night
But we never saw the Marfa lights.
Stared up at the stars all night
But we couldn't see the Marfa lights.
We're gonna have to sit through our lives twice
First a tragedy, and then a heist
First a comedy and then a farce
First the film and then the theatre arts.
A rat ate my t-shirt while I slept
That's fine, I got too many black t-shirts
A white rat can have one
And play like he's Chaplin for his rat friends.
To the girl in short skirt
Black tights and the Converse
Toes turned in, hugging herself with one hand
A drink in the other, like it's a burden
Well, everybody's hurting, I know
Everybody's thwarted, I know
Everybody's working toward a bigger kind of love
Everybody's cursing their lot
Everybody's full to bursting, and gonna pop
Ready for the breaking & burning
And certain of a bigger kind of love.
But we never saw the Marfa lights
Stared up at the stars all night
We couldn't see the Marfa lights.
Bath salts under basalt pillars
In the darkness outside town
Where the feed store was half fallen down
Red paint flaked off, red leaves gone brown
And the sap had all been boiled down.
Feed the paw
Eat the garlic raw
Defend the truth of what you saw
Stay above the law.
We stood out in the field all night
But we never saw the Marfa lights.
Stared up at the stars all night
But we couldn't see the Marfa lights.
We're gonna have to sit through our lives twice
First a tragedy, and then a heist
First a comedy and then a farce
First the film and then the theatre arts.
A rat ate my t-shirt while I slept
That's fine, I got too many black t-shirts
A white rat can have one
And play like he's Chaplin for his rat friends.
To the girl in short skirt
Black tights and the Converse
Toes turned in, hugging herself with one hand
A drink in the other, like it's a burden
Well, everybody's hurting, I know
Everybody's thwarted, I know
Everybody's working toward a bigger kind of love
Everybody's cursing their lot
Everybody's full to bursting, and gonna pop
Ready for the breaking & burning
And certain of a bigger kind of love.
Credits
Writer(s): Franz Nicolay
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2025 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.