Guess it always comes down to
Alright, it's okay
The perfume that the air would bring
Songwriter: Colin Meloy
I will be buried with my marionettes
And I recall in spring
The carnival was ringing loudly now
Countess and courtesan
To keep you home, to keep you safe
And here I dreamt I was a soldier
We live this close to death
And here in Spain I am a Spaniard
Alright, okay
And just to lay with you
And I am nothing of a builder
But you, my soiled teenage girlfriend
But here I dreamt I was an architect
And we are vagabonds
When their husbands were not around
And try one, and try two
This structure fell about our feet
Guess it's better to turn this way
From the outside world
To the indolent town
Guess it's better to turn this
And try one, and try two
There's nothing that I wouldn't do
Alright, it's okay
They never seemed to meet
Where the barkers call the moon down
Oh are you furrowed like a lioness?
Have fallen 'neath my tender hand
Publisher: OSTEROZHNA! MUSIC
Guess it always comes down to
Guess it's better to turn this way
But the angles and the corners
And try one, and try two
Save lay my rifle down
Even though my work is unparalleled
And we were free to go
But I won, so you lose
Guess it always comes down to
Alright, it's okay
And I marched the streets of Birkenau
Guess it always comes down to
We travel without seatbelts on
Guess it's better to turn this way
And I built this balustrade