On The Concourse - Son, Ambulance, Bright Eyes

It started off as an ending\nI’ll never see her sad eyes again\nSilently meeting them on the concourse, tears promised never to forget\nRemember that city, shining like jewelry, changing beneath us on our way back\nhome\nWhere the painting hangs in the living room\nI am still there holding my hands\nAnd I’ll never get used to it\nI’ll never be what I want\nHard as I try, I wont be anywhere\nGlory in the highest\nVoices are praising\nTongues are dividing\nBuildings explode and fall down like children, stand up and reach for a table’s\nleg\nSo far from here listening inside your head clouds are spitting dust\nWith each lesson you’re learning that you wont find truth here, but you’re\nstill driving\nThere is no other way you could have gone, could have gone, could have gone\nI’ll never be where you are\nI love you more than this heart could ever show, but you won’t remember anything\nAnything\nRemind you of me Sleep in the quiet place where you can be alone\nAnything you want from me I love you more than this heart could ever show\nAnd you will never get used to it 'cause you wont remember anything that\nhappened and you won’t be anywhere