Jejune Stars
Every new day is a gift, it's a song of redemption
Any expression of love is a way to return
To that place that I think of so often, but not never mention
The one the voice in the back of my head says that I don't deserve
Come fire, come water, come karma, we're all in transition
The wheel of becoming erases the physical mind
'Til all that remains is a staircase of misinformation
And the code we inherit the basis, the essence of life
So I go umbrella under my arm, into the green of the radar
How did it get so dark in the day?
It's just so bizarre, is it true what we're made of?
Why do I hide from the rain?
Inside some cloudy nostalgia, where there are no features
Look at ourselves through a porthole, the passage of time
See that sunny day that we snuck down, hid under the bleachers
Kissed as the band marched, everything fell into line
So I go umbrella under my arm, into the green of the radar
How did I get so lost, I'm amazed?
It's just so bizarre, all the things I'm afraid of
Why do I hide from the rain?
Sure I had my doubts, but I know it now
We are jejune stars
So it starts again at our childhood's end
I'll die young at heart, heart
So I go umbrella under my arm, into the green of the radar
How did it get so dark in the day?
It's just so bizarre, if it's true what we're made of
Why do I hide from the rain?
Somebody saw something, and they say, "Hey, it look like a pomegranate"
And I don't know what they call a pomegranate, but it looks like a pomegranate, right?
It became, no matter what language you spoken it, syllables or frequencies
It's the world of creation, a vibrating strings between sound
Any expression of love is a way to return
To that place that I think of so often, but not never mention
The one the voice in the back of my head says that I don't deserve
Come fire, come water, come karma, we're all in transition
The wheel of becoming erases the physical mind
'Til all that remains is a staircase of misinformation
And the code we inherit the basis, the essence of life
So I go umbrella under my arm, into the green of the radar
How did it get so dark in the day?
It's just so bizarre, is it true what we're made of?
Why do I hide from the rain?
Inside some cloudy nostalgia, where there are no features
Look at ourselves through a porthole, the passage of time
See that sunny day that we snuck down, hid under the bleachers
Kissed as the band marched, everything fell into line
So I go umbrella under my arm, into the green of the radar
How did I get so lost, I'm amazed?
It's just so bizarre, all the things I'm afraid of
Why do I hide from the rain?
Sure I had my doubts, but I know it now
We are jejune stars
So it starts again at our childhood's end
I'll die young at heart, heart
So I go umbrella under my arm, into the green of the radar
How did it get so dark in the day?
It's just so bizarre, if it's true what we're made of
Why do I hide from the rain?
Somebody saw something, and they say, "Hey, it look like a pomegranate"
And I don't know what they call a pomegranate, but it looks like a pomegranate, right?
It became, no matter what language you spoken it, syllables or frequencies
It's the world of creation, a vibrating strings between sound
Credits
Writer(s): Conor Oberst
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