Coming Down - Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, Matt Berninger

Lift me up ‘til, I don’t know, how did you put it?

My false romance of obnoxiousness dressed up as innocence in passing

With imitations and sell-outs

In a solitary glance see something better when I know

So many people here

Who would offer their middle finger on a promenade in a comedy between idle

thumbs

You gave me something to remember, you said

Go it alone, Go it alone

And I’ve been goin' it alone

All the while

Go it alone, Go it alone

And as I reach for the binoculars

You go for the jugular

Didn’t anybody see your face

Didn’t anybody wonder how you

Carry the weight of the world inside your mouth

And I would never try to get away and

I can’t think of another reason why

It’s the way that it is

Just stay right there you know I’m coming down

So you tell me you have news

And then you tell me more bad news

And how’d you put it?

Oh my god man, Oh it got me sudden

Still my credit is no good here

Holding plastic chips in an airport pharmacy before a red eye

This song written in a pigsty

Dedicated to your smile

Didn’t anybody see your face

Didn’t anybody wonder how you

Carry the weight of the world inside your mouth

And I would never try to get away and

I can’t think of another reason why

It’s the way that it is

Just stay right there you know I’m coming down