Tachycardia Lyrics - Conor Oberst

It's a mass grave 

A dollar-fifty resting place 

On the north face 

It's a rope I've gotta climb 

I'm a stone's throw from everyone I love and know 

But I can't show up looking like I do 

In an old suit my hair is slicked back nice and smooth 

In a court room, sweat rolling down my back 

It's a bad dream 

I have it seven times a week 

No it's not me 

But I'm the one who has to die 

Needs a cold draw to slow his tachycardia 

In a dark bar the world just melts away 

And you feel fine 

Your feet can just lose track of time 

It's a good sign when he can stay awake 

On a slow day the rain against the windowpane of the cafe 

She spills the coffee grounds 

And the same thought hits her like a cinder block 

Life's an odd job that she don't got the nerve to quit 

Yeah it's just there 

At the bottom of those spiral stairs 

It's the world's fair 

The future's on display 

In the still night 

They turned on the electric lights 

And the crowd cried out 

Everyone looks so amazed