A man and his youth. You are who you were. Men in white. Whispers in the dark. You are who you were. Moscow in my ear. Whispering fear. Paris burns underground. Paris sleeps. Just underground. So tie me down, send me away from here. When nothing makes sense but stilling memories in your head. Let me go, find a way on our own. But, just wait for me with hair-in-wind, hands-in-teeth, for nothing else. Hey maker, I think I was meant for this. A frozen sun, a woman's face are all I have, are all I need. You were who you were then we met in the silence and peace. You're quiet. Eyes are tame. So tie me down, send me away from here. When nothing makes sense but stilling memories in your head. Let me go, find a way on our own. But, just wait for me with hair-in-wind, hands-in-teeth, for nothing else. I can't save you. You can't save me. Take your peacetime needs let go of me. Take your peacetime hopes and bury them. Take your peacetime love and marry her. Take your peacetime wants and tie me down. Take your peacetime life and reassess. Take your peacetime hopes and swallow hard. Take your peace time thoughts and all of your peacetime memories and don't tell a soul. So tie me down, send me away from here. When nothing makes sense but getting way from here. Let me go, find a way on our own. Get away from here.
Limited-edition compilation from Courtney Barnett's Milk Records benefiting the National Network of Abortion Funds and Advocates for Youth. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 17, 2022