Weird Goodbyes Songtext

von The National

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"Weird Goodbyes" von The National ist ein Song, der von Erinnerungen und Abschieden handelt. Der Text drückt eine gewiss...

Memorize the bathwater, memorize the air
There′ll come a time I'll wanna know I was here
Names on the doorframes, inches and ages
Handprints in concrete at the softest stages

I don′t know why I don't try harder
I feel like throwin' towels into water

Get it down to nothin′, everything that matters
Fever flashes, eyelashes and traffic patterns
Humidity, history, chemistry and panic
Swimsuits in the windows of electric minivans

I don′t know why I don't try harder
I′ve been goin' down some, some strange water

Move forward now, there′s nothin' to do
Can′t turn around, I can't follow you
Your coat's in my car, I guess you forgot it
Crazy, the things we let go
It finally hits me, a mile′s drive
The sky is leaking, the windshield′s crying
I'm feelin′ sacred, my soul is stripped
Radio's painful, the words are clipped

Grief it gets me, the weird goodbyes
My car is creepin′, I think it's dyin′
I'm pullin' over until it heals
I′m on a shoulder of lemon fields

What was I even leavin′ for?
I keep goin' back and forth
I think now I′m about to see
Didn't know how sad it′d be

Memorize the bathwater, memorize the air
There'll come a time I′ll wanna know when I was here
Names on the doorframes, inches and ages
Handprints in concrete at the softest stages

I don't know why I don't try harder
I feel like throwin′ towels into water

Move forward now, there′s nothin' to do
Can′t turn around, I can't follow you
Your coat′s in my car, I guess you forgot it
Crazy, the things we let go
It finally hits me, a mile's drive
The sky is leaking, the windshield′s crying
I'm feelin' sacred, my soul is stripped
Radio′s painful, the words are clipped

The grief it gets me, the weird goodbyes
My car is creepin′, I think it's dyin′
I'm pullin′ over until it heals
I'm on a shoulder of lemon fields
The grief it gets me, the weird goodbyes
My car is creepin′, I think it's dyin'
I′m pullin′ over until it heals
I'm on a shoulder of lemon fields