Well, the future spills it's intangibles
An unknown set of variables
A path that spliten infinitely up aheadSo tell me what's the use to pick and choose
From what you should or shouldn't do?
That's time spent better sleeping in your bedOr wide awake in a shopping mall
Trying clothes on from off of the wall
Yeah, anything to entertain yourself'Cause a costume can be quite comfortable
It can make you feel more beautiful
It can even make you look like someone elseBut it's still you, so there's nothing you can do
Like a bad habit, the one you couldn't kick, there it always is
And it's nothing that no doctor's gonna fixThey pat your back bruised with their accolades
And all four walls are a trophy case
But that doesn't make it any less of a cageBut you can make it all less difficult
By embracing the ephemeral
Then you'd never have to worry or explain'Cause if it's really all just physical
Then my memory's immaterial
So why then do I remember you at all?But I do, I do, my friend, I seen your face
We shared a cup, I know the taste
Its sweetness is relentless on my lipsSo help me drink in everything that is like a freed convict
Drunk on redemption from the way I've been
But I swear this time, that things will be differentWell, right and wrong, they have never been that far apart
For those who'd write that sentence where you hang, hang
We will be lifted up from all of this
Yeah, we will transcend the insignificance of our existence
Yeah, your body's gone, but angel, you will liveYeah your body's gone
Now your body's gone
Now your body's gone
Now your body's gone
Now your body's gone
Now your body's gone
Now your body's gone
Now your body's goneNow your body's gone
Now your body's gone
Now your body's gone
Now your body's gone
Now your body's gone
Now your body's gone
Now your body's gone but angel you will live
Songwriters
Conor OberstPublished by
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