Even Heroes Have to Die - Ted Leo and the Pharmacists

Well, didn’t you look sharp with your boots when you met me on the path?

From two-tone to downtown Beirut but only halfway back

Stealing bits of wisdom from the shelf

Turned prisons into prisms of the self

And what do they know about the springtime or me and you?

Born in the midst of the long hot summer we lived through

Did they see you run for every rhyme?

Did we run for running out of time?

When even heroes have to die

No one lives forever, love, no one’s wise to try

We’re adding our own wisdom to the shelf

Stealing bits of paper, we had help

But working away, did we miss the passing of the time?

In your own flame you can wither though your passions still outshine

Did you read the writing on the wall?

Prophesying doom upon us all

But even heroes have to die

No one lives forever, love, no one’s wise to try

But hidden in the writing on the wall

Many are the beauties of the fall