Hauntario Lyrics

This is it?

So this is it? You’re packing your bag and you’re leaving?
The look in your eye seems to say
You’re tired of this empty feeling
And went through the winter that way

Your tears fell like leaves from the trees
As you packed a few things in your car
And said “I want to go back to the start
I want to go back to the start”

My mouth: a loaded gun of hurtful words.
Your heart: a tree of nervous birds
Who do not know which way to fly
You do not know if I’m the guy

To hold on to, or if your love could see you through
While it’s clear to me
If my love is an ax, you’re the tree
If my love is an ax, you’re the tree

If our love is but a fire,
then our hearts must be made of wood

Lefty

Your father went off to war
And your little sister won’t be the same as the kids next door
So goodbye Toronto, so long Ontario
Maybe tomorrow if we go west we’ll start a new home (on our own)

Old Lefty didn’t make it too far
And his oldest he nearly died in an old parked car
And I’m sorry I didn’t show
I’m not an asshole I’m just no good at funerals

Chorus:
We can sit here drinking beer out on the lawn
Watching storms build over south Saskatchewan
Or leave everything we used to love and know
Two sets of fresh tracks on an open snowy road

Five children and some background noise
And your brothers they look the same as your two boys
Now those ashes they’re in the ground
Where we left them in a Manitoba town

So don’t you tell me that I’ll never be alone
So don’t you tell me that I’ll never be alone
So don’t you tell me that I’ll never be alone
So don’t you tell me…

Right Arm

I scratched my number and my name
in the phone booth where we last came
To call your family, some lie for money for cocaine

We got high. I got mean.
You got scared, so you got clean.
You moved out, the other side of town from me

Goddamn the rubble,
goddamn the scars,
goddamn these tattoos on my right arm, on my right arm

the autumn leaves will fill with gold
too heavy for the trees to hold
one thing I know, as winter’s approaching: it’s getting cold

now eyes like empty shot-gun shells
as I stagger to the river yelling
“oh my god” this sorrow ways on me like a sleeping child

so I got fucked up, stole a car
from where I left you between the bars

and I remember the sound
of my teeth hitting the ground
I spit perfect blood-red stars from my mouth

And I chased you down the street
And I begged you not to leave
But you turned your head from me
You pretended not to see
As I punched the door of your greyhound
As you were leaving.
That’s how I broke my arm

I’m Not Here

Vacant, cracked and broken down
Lay a western town
But I’m not here
I’m not here

Burn the elevator down
Close the schools for now
‘Cuz I’m not here
I’m not here

Trains won’t scream here anymore
Where the swallows dove and farmers swore
Cathedrals built from wood won’t stand no more

Towns the CPR once fed
Ten thousand miles of tracks they laid
one for every night you prayed for rain

And when it all blows away
We’ll have stories of our father’s day
It’s nothing but a tombstone now.

Burned the elevator down
Merged the Pools in town
‘Cuz I’m not here
I’m not here

Too Far Apart

Oh why do you come and go?
Making me hide from ghosts

If I’m sleeping when you go
Say goodbye with a note
If I see you to the door
Will I see you anymore?
Promise me we’re never gonna be
too far apart

Time it moves too slow in the dark
Thinking about where you are

And the bed’s too big alone and the orchids won’t grow
And the phone don’t ring the same when you’re gone
So Promise me we’re never gonna be
Be too far apart

Evangeline

This city’s street lights seem miles apart
Leaving me to walk in the dark
It snowed the day you died
Your hair wild and white

They covered you in a white sheet
Such a beautiful scene-
To watch death settle over you
Like snow on evergreens

Evangeline, I wanted you so bad
To see you leaning up against the bar
A beer cradled in your hand

We knew this day was coming
Seventeen summers this year
Are these the dying leaves of you and me
Or just snow on evergreens?

One of These Nights

One of these nights when you’re leaving.
Close the door and turn out the lights
When you decide that you’re leavin’
We’re not gonna fight, I’m not gonna fight

If you don’t know what we’re gonna do
If they don’t know what we’re going through
Then we’ve got a lot of crying to do.

So don’t hold the line
And don’t stay the weekend
I know that you’re right, that we’re outta time
I know what you’re thinking

Sometimes it’s right
And sometimes we’re sinking
Leave here tonight, you’ve got a flight
And I’ve got some drinking

If you don’t know what we’re gonna do
If they don’t know what we’re going through
Then we’ve got a lot of crying to do.

If you don’t know what we’re gonna do
Then we’ve got a lot of crying to do.

Nervous Bird

Two kids out to sea, too eager to see clearly
Oh the cold, oh the canopy of stars
We stretched our hands over the water, reaching for the words
That kept us silent in this sinking boat of ours

The rain that melts the window, makes the yard trees start to run
I can see you digging up the flowers one by one
The cup of coffee that poured but didn’t drink
Elvis Costello on the radio, he beat me here, I think

Two kids falling over at the beauty of the world
But you were such an angry girl, such a nervous little bird
And now we pull each other like we’re rowing through a storm

Our hands that couldn’t tangle, our eyes that wouldn’t meet
And I cant tell if you’re smiling from the lighting on this street
We’re walking side by side but where I do not know
Cuz you’re forever now, it seems, out the window
Two kids falling over at the beauty of the world
And I, an angry boy, I’d never known such hurtful words
And now we pull each though we’ve no place left to go
Cuz you’re forever it now out the window

Italy

The cobalt sea, the olive groves
Men in boats are pulling nets
Smoking silhouettes
That I swim out to meet

Got a cheap room with a view
Of dusty roads, the vines in rows
A church bell woke me
I’d been dreaming of you

And you’re sister to the sea
Your hands are blistered and they’re bleeding

From the hammer and the sword
The five centuries that brought me to your door
And from the third floor window you call out to me

Aye aye aye

In broken English and French braids
American cigarettes, Spanish ashtray
Italian sunshine playing off
Her shoulder blades

In broken English, she complains
About her friends in Florence cafes
So she calls out to me
Aye Aye Aye

Selfish Guns

There are days where I still think that can hear you in this place
There are nights I wake and don’t know where I am
I spent an hour yesterday just trying to remember your laugh

I made my peace since you been gone with all the things that I done wrong
And pulled close all that was dear to me
That you had tried so hard to pry apart and place yourself in between

And I think about you dancing in the kitchen to the Shins
And how the morning sunlight would warm up our skin
As we slept in on Sundays – My fingers on your shoulder blades

But for all our dreams for love, you never wanted to grow up
We were both caught staring down the barrels of selfish guns

You left a stain, again and again, It was not true what others said of you
Or so I hoped – The violence you showed: Handwritten notes, torn clothes, dirty clues

Then you fucked off for the coast When I needed you the most
To tell you all the angry words that I thought you deserved to hear

Like: you’re small with hate. You have no self-restraint
But you werent’ born to play that part We had to break the rules from the start
You borrowed more than you were worth And now we’re better of this way

Two Far Apart

Oh why do you come and go?
Making me hide from ghosts

If I’m sleeping when you go
Say goodbye with a note
If I see you to the door
Will I see you anymore?
Promise me we’re never gonna be
too far apart

Time it moves too slow in the dark
Thinking about where you are

And the bed’s too big alone and the orchids won’t grow
And the phone don’t ring the when you’re gone
So Promise me we’re never gonna be
Be too far apart

Township lyrics

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