Shins - Port Of Morrow lyrics

rate me

Through the rain and all the clatter

Under the Freemont bridge I saw a pidgeon fly

Fly in fear from a raptor come to take it's life

As it closed in for the capture

I funnel the fear through my ancient eyes

Seen in flight

Where I know all the bitter mechanics of life

Under my hat it reads "The lines are all imagined"

A fact of life I know to hide from my little girls

I know my place amongst the bugs and all the animals

And it's from these ordinary people you were longing to be free

In my hotel and on the TV

A Preacher on a stage like a Buzzard cries out a warning

A phony sorrow, he's trying to get a rise

The Cyanide of an almond

Let him look at your hands and get the angles right

Ace of spades, Port of Morrow, Life is Death is Life...

I saw a photograph: Cologne in '27

And then a postcard after the bombs in '45

Must've been a world of evil clowns that let it happen

But then I recognize, dear listener, that you were there and so was I

Ah ah ah ah ah ah

Under my hat I know the lines are all imagined

A fact of life I must impress on my little girls

I know my place amongst the creatures in the pageant

And there are flowers in the garbage and a skull under your curls

Ah ah ah ah ah ah