Gold Mine Gutted Lyrics - Digital Ash In A Digital Urn - Bright Eyes

It was Don Delillo, whiskey neat 

And a blinking midnight clock 

Speakers on a TV stand 

Just a turntable to watch 

Only smoke came out our mouths 

On all those hooded sweatshirt walks 

We were a stroke of luck 

We were a gold mine that gutted us 

And from the sidelines you'd see me run 

Until I'm out of breath 

Living the good life, I left for dead 

The sorrowful Midwest 

Well I did my best 

To keep my head 

It was grass stain jeans and incompletes 

And a girl from class to touch 

But you think about yourself too much 

And you ruin who you love 

Well all these claims at consciousness 

My stray dog freedom 

Let's have a nice clean cut 

Like a bag we buy and divvy up 

And from the sidelines I see you run 

Until you're out of breath 

And all those white lines that spread us up 

We hurried to our death 

Well I lagged behind 

So you got ahead