Robin Pecknold - Track Seven lyrics

[Verse 1] She dropped the armor over her skin Reached through a mind for words to begin Cooked up a lie to throw to her friends Nighttime on holiday, the moon's creeping in [Verse 2] Picks at her food and forces a grin Crosses her legs again and again Turns up and over this sacred of kin Nighttime on holiday, the moon's creeping in [Verse 3] Sleep underneath a Chinatown glow Wander the streets that nobody know Sing to the dawn with mercury men Nighttime on holiday, the moon's creeping in [Chorus 1] On a St. Vincent Street Where no one's innocent to me She nurses a broken wing [Post-Chorus] Through red wine promises And cheap [?] makeup She said, "It's all a dream till you stop and think" [Verse 4] She left her ring in the city square Watch Arabic fountains that shower the air Ready to crumble and take to the wind Nighttime on holiday, the moon's creeping in [Chorus 2] On a St. Vincent Street Where no one's innocent to me She grins like a harlequin [Post-Chorus] Through red wine promises And cheap [?] makeup She said to me, "It's all a dream till you stop and think" [Verse 5] One left escaping and one left alone One left for mystery and one stayed at home One left a note too soon for its time Nighttime on holiday, the moon's like a dime [Outro] On a St. Vincent Street