الأغاني: Passion Pit. Eyes As Candles.

My world is astir and sickly
spits out our voices singing,
"tra la la, oh, no no,"
to kingdom come so slightly.
Here in the void in your place,
I twitch and tweak allusion
to sit and stare so blankly
until all hope is used up

Why do I always need to need you when you're fleeing?
Where do you go when I'm around?
What have I done? What have I lost that's so defeating?
And have the nerve to wear the crown?

Oh
Na na na na na na, hey! hey! hey! (x4)

Some unguarded room:
a smoky figure fills me full,
makes my head swell in ruin.
My family kneels at the pew,
They nod, "We believe in what you're doing!"
I feel it rise above me,
the western landscape's towering,
and from my shell of a body
the flowers blossom for picking.

Why do I always need to need you when you're fleeing?
Where do you go when I'm around?
What have I done, what have I got that's so defeating?
And have the nerve to wear the crown?

Oh
Na na na na na na, hey! hey! hey! (x4)

I've waited and waited for someone to take it.
Don't fight it, don't bother an inch for another.
Don't listen, don't hear them, they're in this together.
I've learned well, now hear me, there's much to be fearing.
I'm used to your absence, your faceless distraction.
I've painted your patterns but found them attractive.
Now I've been leaning towards a life far more candid,
though lead through the dark with your eyes as my candles,
and your life, and my life's directions can wrangle.
And all of a sudden you left me to handle
the reasons that never forbid me to stand tall.
And somehow or somewhere I found out the secret -
To say it alive without actually breathing.