UFO - Bad Books, Manchester Orchestra, Kevin Devine

8:45 appears, I’m privately alarmed

Taking shots out of a spray paint can, shot flares into the dark

Tree bark on the glass, our Homewood permanent cocoon

And you’re trying to remember the last year you saw the moon

Was it 1998?

Was it 2002?

Were there aliens among us?

Were they treating us like food?

Was it 2003?

Was it 2024?

Was it back when I realized there’d be no more Year of the Lord?

What an empty, gorgeous place

Oh, what an empty, gorgeous place

2:25 appears and I’m hanging by a thread

Your arms bend with a frustration like I’m already dead

Just because I can’t remember who I used to be

It doesn’t mean that I can’t tell you when I’m evaporating

There is nothing in your eyes, there is nothing in the wind

There were two individual trauma cases to amend

I’m a million years away, you’re another million more

So we count the days until they just don’t need us anymore

What an empty, gorgeous place

Oh, what an empty, gorgeous place

Oh, what an empty gorgeous place

I belong here

I belong