Classic Cars Lyrics - Bright Eyes

She was a real royal lady, true patron of the arts 

She said the best country singers die in the back of classic cars 

So if I ever got too hungry for a suitcase or guitar 

To think of them all alone in the dark 

So I laid some nights beside her in a bed made for a queen 

She said I kissed her different, that all the men her age were mean 

Gave me anything I wanted, oh, the generosity 

I took all that I could, it was free 

Now the sky is a torn up denim and the clouds are just splattered paint 

It?s a room I?m renovating, it?s a name I got to change 

If I get out of California I?m going back to my home state 

To tell them all that I made a mistake 

And I keep looking for that blindfold faith 

Lighting candles to a cynical saint 

Who wants the last laugh at the fly trapped in the windowsill tape 

You can go right out of your mind trying to escape 

From the panicked paradox of day to day 

If you can?t understand something then it?s best to be afraid 

The whole world, it loves you if you are a chic chameleon 

Intersecting circles she could hang with anyone 

But when conducting business she would lie about where she?s from 

Saying, "Life is how it is, not how it was" 

I learned to listen, felt like I was back at school 

She?d talk forever about the phases of the moon 

Saying, "Everything is a cycle, you?ve got to let it come to you 

And when it does, you will know what to do" 

Without even knowing I guess I took her advice 

Painted her front door, it seemed a suitable goodbye 

It?s not that often but I think of her sometimes 

Just something quaint, a couple ships in the night 

And they keep moving at a glacial pace 

Turning circles in a memory maze 

I made a new cast of the death mask that is going to cover my face 

I had to change the combination to the safe 

Hide it all behind a wall, let people wait 

And never trust a heart that is so bent it can?t break