I know, leaving's your living, built in your bones

No one can ever escape all of your ghosts

So if you walk, you better learn how to run

That's why I wrote this song

Your contrail's coated in broken homes

You polished up this pretty pearl of a hope

I won’t parade your skeletons for everyone

That's why I wrote this song (It’s why I wrote this song)

It’s why I wrote this song (It’s why I wrote this song)

It’s why I wrote this song (It’s why I wrote this song)

It’s why I wrote this song

I know you know the words, so sing along

She always made the best of deaf and blind

Fashionable dress of canes and signs

Tracing their apparel, like a judge of character in braille

She never missed a lift, a bump, or line

But fingertips will drift and miss a blip from time to time

And this is how we find secrets that slipped our grip

Over wit and charm on whispered breath

Franticly fishing for familiarness on fingertips

And this is just, shit, what is this?

This is redress

I know her cane is just a comedy (It’s why I wrote this song)

Tin cup's a crutch for crippled honesty, her slain perceptions, lame deception (It’s why I wrote this song)

What's astonishing, we bought it, see (It’s why I wrote this song)

Every Harry, Dick, and Tom, left her very fickle palms palming a broken promise ring (You know you know the words, so sing along)

You follow me? (It’s why I wrote this song)

A hundred strong men choked on a bit (It’s why I wrote this song)

While the blind bride guides the bridle toward the abyss (It’s why I wrote this song)

And this can only end wrong, but motherfuck it, that's the reason why I wrote this song (You know you know the words, so sing along)

I know, leaving's your living, built in your bones

No one can ever escape all of your ghosts

So if you walk, you better learn how to run

That's why I wrote this song

Your contrail's coated in broken homes

You polished up this pretty pearl of a hope

I won’t parade your skeletons for everyone

That's why I wrote this song

Lionel Terray said it the truest, I set it to music

We're all conquistadores of the useless

What kind of fool so stupid to climb a mountain to do it

Then climb back down to the town without a picture to prove it? I knew it

From the moment I saw your eyes flash wide in the crowd

That you would cut and run, it's too late to turn back now

Its when those burnt black clouds, submerge the earth in shroud

The kings earn that crown

And this is how we rise, by taking a fall

Survive another winter on straight to the thaw

One day you'll learn to strain the tea through your teeth

And maybe find the strength to proceed to the peak

Press on into the thin again, I cannot breathe

I swallowed so much of my damn pride that it chokes me

The real risk is not a slipped grip at the edge of the peak

The real danger is just to linger at the base of the thing

I know, leaving's your living, built in your bones (It’s why I wrote this song)

No one can ever escape all of your ghosts (It’s why I wrote this song)

So if you walk, you better learn how to run (You know you know the words, so sing along)

That's why I wrote this song (It’s why I wrote this song)

Your contrail's coated in broken homes (It’s why I wrote this song)

You polished up this pretty pearl of a hope (It’s why I wrote this song)

I won’t parade your skeletons for everyone (You know you know the words, so sing along)

That's why I wrote this song (It’s why I wrote this song)

It’s why I wrote this song (It’s why I wrote this song)

It’s why I wrote this song (It’s why I wrote this song)

It’s why I wrote this song

You know you know the words, so sing along