Robin Pecknold - Track Six lyrics

Caught among the hills of tall monuments to mankind's little dreams But our body's keep it empty and monoliths are tearing at the seams And it seems it's like a dream Marionettes walking in lines Turning back time, turning back time Or hoping to We were synchronistic with love unrealistic like a dream Lincoln see it endless or cynical and friendless at the seam At the seam it's like a dream Curling your lips, moving your hips Monument, monument It's all a dream Oh, but talk, talk is cheap Leaves me tired So lie through the night, through the night Caught among the monuments Walking to the shoreline and the sea Wondering the hope for us, wondering the hope for you and me But a shoreline at the sea Marionettes falling in line Wasting their time, falling in line with you and me Oh, but we, we watched the sun fade a rhyme's minds Fade a rhyme's night in the night, in the night And we were left on Vincent Street Squires writing slurs on the walls She don't owe a thing to me A brilliantly green leaf in the fall Owes me nothing, not at all