Mountains of Nothing In Love (feat. Jolie Holland) [Live]

Feels like years since I was smoking in the rain,
sometimes I wonder if we'll ever meet again.
Moonlight splashes up from the street,
gravel crushes, punching off of our feet.

So for now I'll take the bait,
I'll give the blues another day.
They all talk Paprika Plains
these days, just greens and greys.

So our boots would trudge
between mountains of nothing in love.
Firing through the mud.
Two of my fingers covered in blood.
Every one of us,
sailing up with the scud.

With each tiny summer, clouds gather and clouds fade,
as do the faces I'll never see again.
I just don't know how much hell I can take,
I'm afraid of it all and I'm afraid we'll sink away.

These waves crash through
and that's the toughest part,
'cause I keep having to hold
my crying down so hard.

So our boots would trudge
between mountains of nothing in love.
Firing through the mud.
Three of my fingers covered in blood.
Every one of us,
sailing up with the scud.

I'm ashamed of myself for slowing down the search.
I'm ashamed of you for living with all I've hurt.
When I see that mope I shoot ropes down his throat,
I hold his head and just blow 'til I've been smote.

We measured how much of
ourselves we could find
in each other's eyes,
what a waste of precious time.

So our boots would trudge
between mountains of nothing in love.
Firing through the mud.
Four of my fingers covered in blood.
Every one of us,
sailing up with the scud.

Now I know that you lied,
you couldn't run about it if you tried.
Now I know that you lied,
you couldn't run about it if you tried.

So our boots would trudge
between mountains of nothing in love.
Firing through the mud.
Five of my fingers covered in blood.
Every one of us,
sailing up with the scud.
Running with my buds,
all of us down in the flood.

This is my childhood,
gleaming on my chest like I knew it would.
The crown of brotherhood,
flaming and twisting where I stood.