Emily Haines
"Shrine To Fast Goodbyes"

Drinks aside, it's time we tried to stay somewhere
Take my only souvenir, hold it up high, toss it off the roof
If it should break, tell me how it sounds when it lands

Steal time when there isn't enough
Turn the wheel, I'm backing it up
Don't feel old, hope I'm backing up
Don't feel old
Bloodshot eye, a ringing in the left ear
Nineteen seventy-five ringing in my right ear

Our simple rules failed each other
We're close to used to being wrong
Now it's gone, get undressed, feeling hopeless
Work-weary world, see no sign of relief
Still they find time to complain of a shortage
While the excess collects at their feet

Always say that we will, but we don't
Always say that we did, when we did nothing

Drinks aside, the day today is in monotone
Now there's nowhere left to go or
Build a shrine to fast goodbyes
What's the mistake? What's the mistake?

Steal time when there isn't enough
Turn the wheel, I'm backing it up
Don't feel old, hope I'm backing up
Don't feel old
Bloodshot eye, a ringing in the left ear
Nineteen seventy-five ringing in my right ear

Our simple rules failed each other
We're both to reduced to being wrong here
And it's gone, get undressed, feeling hopeless
Work-weary world, see no sign of relief
Still they find time to complain of a shortage
While the excess collects at their feet

But the sun rising late hasn't set yet
Work-weary world, too tired now to ever sleep
From watching you all complain of a shortage
While the excess collects at your feet
The excess collects at your feet

Between the church and under haiku
It is rolled up in deep blue

Between the church and under haiku
It is rolled up in deep blue