Like Fake Blood In Crisp October - Dirty Projectors

The new feelings will rise up like fake blood in crisp October

From the cracks and the edges of the graves of our proudest moments

Because that’s not a monument, it’s a grave

The new feelings will probably be buried here too

But I swear there are people, I swear

The new feelings will rise up like fake blood in crisp October

From the cracks and the edges of the graves of our proudest moments

Because that’s not a monument, it’s a grave