Robin Pecknold
Track Six
Caught among the hills of tall monuments to mankind's little dreams
But our body's keep it empty and monoliths are tearing at the seams
And it seems it's like a dream
Marionettes walking in lines
Turning back time, turning back time
Or hoping to

We were synchronistic with love unrealistic like a dream
Lincoln see it endless or cynical and friendless at the seam
At the seam it's like a dream
Curling your lips, moving your hips
Monument, monument
It's all a dream

Oh, but talk, talk is cheap
Leaves me tired
So lie through the night, through the night

Caught among the monuments
Walking to the shoreline and the sea

Wondering the hope for us, wondering the hope for you and me
But a shoreline at the sea

Marionettes falling in line
Wasting their time, falling in line with you and me

Oh, but we, we watched the sun fade a rhyme's minds
Fade a rhyme's night in the night, in the night

And we were left on Vincent Street
Squires writing slurs on the walls
She don't owe a thing to me
A brilliantly green leaf in the fall
Owes me nothing, not at all