Bats

Come rebuild your memory with a small mountain of burning leaves And a swinging wire door that slams shut like a guillotine Strum a note up in the wires To send bats down the river, seagulls around spires And shred all the twilight, scatter it city-wide Those average angels The drunken saints with heavy heads They can keep dreaming, Dreaming of sleep down the end of the bed But nobody's ever gonna break your heart again... And the high-pitched, crooked thoughts That ricocheted off the walls She just set them down quiet, safe in her dresser drawer She laid me out on the laundromat floor And said you'll be not nearly who you were anymore And i'll always be here to remind you what time is for And those average angels The drunken saints with heavy heads You see their spirits are cowering under the table And they're still counting, Counting the breaths under their breath But nobody's ever... Nobody's ever gonna break your heart again...