Spearfish Lyrics

Signs with carved warnings fill the spaces in the hills
Surrounding portraits of the past and the excuses I've played
One day I got angry so I ripped them all down
And filled a notebook with the pieces of the mess I'd made
Spearfish in the spring it's just like climbing everything
It's just like rusty silver rings and black gold shaped like blades
I like liquor too and I like street names and tattoo flames
I need people
I hate pennies
Sometimes I can't behave

She left the old book in New York
Pages were bent and the words didn't work
And she couldn't argue with that
Then she stripped down to see the skin
Just to see what it felt like to say that she sinned
Now she's talking in her sleep
And this blank page goes out to you
Her name was Sasha yeah or was it Nell
She's not allowed a language with to share
Just rooms cut cold from her mind
This happend and then that was it
Paris was it painful
Was it London was it laughing places bound in exile
Walking down the streets how all the days just turn to drinks
And all the spaces seem to shrink until the morning reclines
This tiny room it scares and dares her to be lovely
And to tear herself from living
Ain't this quite like old times
I left the old book in New York
The words were a blur and the pages were torn
And I couldn't argue with that
Then I slipped down to Berlin
To see what it felt like to say that I'd been
Now I'm talking to my sleep
And this blank page goes out to me
60 years later and the sequel it was safer
So she said
What did you tell your friends
Did you say you were pretending
Did you think you were so wounded
Your tail clipped
Your ego spoonfed by the girl you thought you'd broken
Did you say she was a token of the life that got you moping
Feeling lines you wrote with your pen
Did it cross your mind that she lied too
When she was waking up to have
Wine in a hotel cup and messes she could not clean up
She didn't mean a thing to you
But hey, she never wanted to
Don't take the credit you're not due
Cause we all knew full well it wasn't true
And I didn't know her
But I saw the pages where they broke her down
On paper it played out like pages cut from the vine
In a plane these words are falling from mountains so I grab a hold
And I never ever want to get off this ride
We both spend too much time putting out
Fires and if we just let them burn
Then maybe, yeah maybe we'd have something to keep
Today I stood up propped up on a wooden fence over a country
Years and volumes inbetween the places she and I sleep