Amanda Palmer - The Living Room lyrics

Forty-seven strings are pulled By this angelic "beating" girl And it breaks our hearts to hear The music that comes out of her. Shoulders hang on folded chairs This will be our church tonight We have dug out foxholes here Not an atheist in sight. Laughing shaking taking oaths Breaking sacramental cups We pour the magic in our coats Thinking it can leave with us. But it’s the wrong way out 20 steps but it’s so harming When they talk out loud Bend to brace your fingers on me I’ve been breathing evil air Sharing needles with the sky Looking up remembering Regina said they're just old light. But you somehow understood My oversaturated skin You held your hand up to my neck And played me like a theremin I see London I see France And all the things that we won’t do And if I never leave this chair Maybe I can go with you. But it’s a long way out 20 steps but it's so harming When they talk out loud Bend to brace your fingers on me It’s a long way out Past the bar and past the awning Past the easy crowd Back into the end We have found our solace here In this unexpected place Like a startled, dying man Kneels in prayer just in case And while the night sky sadly lit All that you were sleeping through d**h took my friend Benjamin But he left his keys with you So I’ll kiss the air instead As not to disturb your sleep And if you never wake my love Maybe you can come with me But it’s a long way out Twenty steps but its so harming When they talk out loud Bend to brace your fingers on me It's a long way out Past the bar and past the awning Past the easy crowd Back into the end of harmony Back into the end of harmony Back into the end of harmony Back into the end