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   death 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   psat 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