At The Bottom Of Everything - (with Jim James) Lyrics - I'm Wide Awake It's Morning - Bright Eyes

We must talk on every telephone 

Get eaten off the web 

We must rip out all the epilogues 

From the books that we have read 

And to the face of every criminal 

Strapped firmly to a chair 

We must stare, we must stare, we must stare 

We must take all of the medicine 

Too expensive now to sell 

Set fire to the preacher 

Who is promising us hell 

And in the ear of every anarchist 

That sleeps but doesn't dream 

We must sing, we must sing, we must sing 

While my mother waters plants 

My father loads his gun 

He says death will give us back to god 

Just like the setting sun 

Its return to the lonesome ocean 

And then they splashed into the deep blue sea 

It was a wonderful splash 

We must blend into the choir 

Sing a static with the whole 

We must memorize nine numbers 

And deny we have a soul 

And in this endless race for property 

And privilege to be one 

We must run, we must run, we must run 

We must hang up in the belfry 

Where the bats and moonlight laugh 

We must stare into a crystal ball 

And only see the past 

And into the caverns of tomorrow 

With just our flashlights and our love 

We must plunge, we must plunge, we must plunge 

And then we'll get down there 

Way down to the very bottom of everything 

And then we'll see it, we'll see it, we'll see it 

Oh my mornings coming back 

The whole world's waking up 

This city bus is swimming past 

I'm happy just because 

I found out that I am really no one