Lisbon - The Walkmen

The countless eyes dotted in the night sky

I speak the language, or several hundred words

A cloudless day, and a thunderous night

Among companions, I’ll carry my name

But the life we lead came gradually

Who keeps the time?

A bitter lime, will do us fine

To kill the taste

We’ll turn deaf ears on all that we don’t wanna hear

But a cause for travel has come again

At this early hour, I’ll tell your wife a story

She looks outside and doubles over laughing

Of the souls you loved, and a place you lived

Those country houses

And a change of heart tore us apart

Oh, what a ride

Every chance you have

All the love and life

All the joy and grace

Don’t be absurd, don’t you think it out

You know what thinking does

To love’s shine, and love’s light

Now it’s your every word

Oh I’m hanging on

It feels right these days

I saw strange things

The lines of old faces

Up on the stormy sky, tonight

Now all the younger kids have gone away to sleep

In the days to come, I’ll do the same

At this early hour, I’ll tell your wife a story

She looks outside and doubles over laughing

The life we lead came gradually

Who keeps the time?

Bitter lime, do us fine

To kill the taste