Haligh, Haligh, a Lie, Haligh
The phone slips from a loose grip
Words were missed, then some apology
I didn't wanna tell you this
No, it's just some guy she's been hanging out with
Oh, I don't know, the past couple of weeks, I guess
I thank you and I hang up the phone
Let the funeral start, hear the casket close
Let's pin a split-black ribbon to your overcoat
The laughter pours from under doors in this house
I don't understand that sound no more
It seems artificial, like a TV set
Well haligh, haligh, a lie, haligh
This weight, it must be satisfied
You offer only one reply
You know not what you do
And you tear and tear your hair from roots
From that same head you've twice removed
Now a lock of hair you said would prove
Our love would never die, well, ha-ha-ha
And I remember everything
The words we spoke on freezing South Street
All those mornings watching you get ready for school
You combed your hair inside that mirror
The one you painted blue and glued with jewelry tears
Something 'bout those bright colors would always make you feel better
But now we speak with ruined tongues
And the words we say aren't meant for anyone
It's just a mumbled sentence to a passing acquaintance
But there was once you
You said you hate my suffering and you understood
And you'd take care of me
You'd always be there
Well, where are you now?
Haligh, haligh, a lie, haligh
The plans were never finalized
But left to hang like yarn and twine
Dangling before my eyes
As you tear and tear your hair from roots
From that same head you've twice removed
A lock of hair you said would prove
Our love would never die
And I sing and sing of awful things
The pleasure that my sadness brings
And my fingers press onto the strings
Yet another clumsy chord
Haligh, haligh, an awful lie
This weight will now be satisfied
I'm gonna give ya only one reply
I know not who I am
But I talk in the mirror to the stranger that appears
Our conversations are circles, always one-sided
Nothing is clear
Except we keep coming back to this meaning that I lack
He says the choices were given
And now you must live them or just not live
But do you want that?
Words were missed, then some apology
I didn't wanna tell you this
No, it's just some guy she's been hanging out with
Oh, I don't know, the past couple of weeks, I guess
I thank you and I hang up the phone
Let the funeral start, hear the casket close
Let's pin a split-black ribbon to your overcoat
The laughter pours from under doors in this house
I don't understand that sound no more
It seems artificial, like a TV set
Well haligh, haligh, a lie, haligh
This weight, it must be satisfied
You offer only one reply
You know not what you do
And you tear and tear your hair from roots
From that same head you've twice removed
Now a lock of hair you said would prove
Our love would never die, well, ha-ha-ha
And I remember everything
The words we spoke on freezing South Street
All those mornings watching you get ready for school
You combed your hair inside that mirror
The one you painted blue and glued with jewelry tears
Something 'bout those bright colors would always make you feel better
But now we speak with ruined tongues
And the words we say aren't meant for anyone
It's just a mumbled sentence to a passing acquaintance
But there was once you
You said you hate my suffering and you understood
And you'd take care of me
You'd always be there
Well, where are you now?
Haligh, haligh, a lie, haligh
The plans were never finalized
But left to hang like yarn and twine
Dangling before my eyes
As you tear and tear your hair from roots
From that same head you've twice removed
A lock of hair you said would prove
Our love would never die
And I sing and sing of awful things
The pleasure that my sadness brings
And my fingers press onto the strings
Yet another clumsy chord
Haligh, haligh, an awful lie
This weight will now be satisfied
I'm gonna give ya only one reply
I know not who I am
But I talk in the mirror to the stranger that appears
Our conversations are circles, always one-sided
Nothing is clear
Except we keep coming back to this meaning that I lack
He says the choices were given
And now you must live them or just not live
But do you want that?
Credits
Writer(s): Conor Oberst
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Other Album Tracks
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- The People's Key: A Companion - EP
- Cassadaga: A Companion
- Middleman (Companion Version)
- LIFTED or The Story Is in the Soil, Keep Your Ear to the Ground: A Companion
- I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning: A Companion
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