The Living Room - Amanda Palmer, Grand Theft Orchestra

Forty-seven strings are pulled

By this angelic «beating"girl

And it breaks our hearts to hear

The music that comes out of her.

Shoulders hang on folded chairs

This will be our church tonight

We have dug out foxholes here

Not an atheist in sight.

Laughing shaking taking oaths

Breaking sacramental cups

We pour the magic in our coats

Thinking it can leave with us.

But it’s the wrong way out

20 steps but it’s so harming

When they talk out loud

Bend to brace your fingers on me

I’ve been breathing evil air

Sharing needles with the sky

Looking up remembering

Regina said they’re just old light.

But you somehow understood

My oversaturated skin

You held your hand up to my neck

And played me like a theremin

I see London I see France

And all the things that we won’t do

And if I never leave this chair

Maybe I can go with you.

But it’s a long way out

20 steps but it’s so harming

When they talk out loud

Bend to brace your fingers on me

It’s a long way out

Past the bar and past the awning

Past the easy crowd

Back into the end

We have found our solace here

In this unexpected place

Like a startled, dying man

Kneels in prayer just in case

And while the night sky sadly lit

All that you were sleeping through

Death took my friend Benjamin

But he left his keys with you

So I’ll kiss the air instead

As not to disturb your sleep

And if you never wake my love

Maybe you can come with me

But it’s a long way out

Twenty steps but its so harming

When they talk out loud

Bend to brace your fingers on me

It’s a long way out

Past the bar and past the awning

Past the easy crowd

Back into the end of harmony

Back into the end of harmony

Back into the end of harmony

Back into the end