Hem - Tourniquet lyrics

rate me

Brooklyn, I’m broken, I’m breaking apart

Green point pins down my hand, Red Hook pierces my heart

And my blood runs into the Gowanus Canal

Where it sinks to the bottom

And it hurts like hell.

The Prospectors still search for highs in the heights

‘Til the first bloody nose which they laugh off despite

How it seems that whatever gets left in the bar

Just becomes part of Brooklyn

And here we are.

Oh, here we are

Here we are, oh

Here.

Brooklyn, your war was just won by the South

Some kid’s shooting off rounds from the roof of his mouth

And these trains held in Chambers are ready to blow

All the way back to Brooklyn

And here we go.

Oh, here we go

Here we go

Oh, here we go.

Oh Brooklyn, your bridges are bound up in light

Every artery’s clogged as you pull the belt tight

And this tourniquet turns even tighter until

Traffic comes to a standstill.

We come to a standstill.

I come to a standstill.

Oh, here we are

Here we are

Oh, here we are.

Oh, here we are

Here we are.

Oh here..we are.