Young Liars - TV On The Radio

My mast ain’t so sturdy, my head is at half,

I’m searching the clouds for a storm.

My lady reveals herself of marked-down freedom,

Forever cashed out to no more.

She put the plan in the blame.

Who is bearing the name

For each digress who’s left you up to

Save the skins for a pelt and the rest for a belt.

We can’t open, no nothing.

Can’t open, no nothing.

Young liars

Thank you for taking my hands

Young liars

Thank you for taking my hands

Well, it’s cold and it’s quiet, and cobblestone cold in here

Fucking for fear of not wanting to fear again

Lonely is all we are

Lovely so far, but my heart’s still a marble in an empty jelly jar

Someday suppose that my curious nervousness stills into prescience,

clairvoyant consciousness

I will be calmer than cream,

Making maps out of your dreams

But will psychic ability kill the nativity or simply diminish the flinch?

Ooo Young liars,

Ooo Young liars,

Thank you for taking my hands

And burying them deep in the world’s wet womb

Where no one can heed their commands

Where no one can heed their commands

Except you liars

Young liars

Voice strings on vocal before it on words to receive

Take my picture soon all I will be is my disease

Voice strings on vocal before it on words to receive

Take my picture soon all I will be is my disease

Voice strings on vocal before it on words to receive

Take my picture soon all I will be is my disease