Quote #11
And I sing and sing of awful things The pleasure that my sadness brings.
More from Conor Oberst
- It rose like thunder, clapped under our hands
- But I talk in the mirror to the stranger that appears our conversations are circles,always one sided Nothing is clear Except we keep coming…
- I drug your ghost across the country, and we plotted out my death.
- For a sunrise or a sunset, you're manic or you're depressed. Will you ever feel ok?
- And I kissed a girl with a broken jaw that her father gave to her. She had eyes bright enough to burn me. They reminded me of yours.
- You see your breath in the air as you'll climb up the stairs to that coffin you call your apartment.
- And the sad act like lepers They stick to the shadows They long to ring bells of warning To tell of their coming So that the pure can shut …
- I think it is more like a ghost that has been following us both. Something vague that we're not seeing, something more like a feeling.