Fleet Foxes

If to borrow is to take
and not return
I have borrowed all
my lonesome life
And I can't
no I can't get through
The borrower's debt is
the only regret of my youth
And believe me it's not easy
when I look back
Everything I took
got soon returned
Just to be hiding it's free again
All of the sirens are driving me
over the stern
Just to be hiding it's free again
All of the sirens are driving me
over the stern
One day hidin' is free
One day that's my thing
In the street one day I saw you
among the crowd
In a geometric pattern dressed
Gleaming white just as I recall
Old as I get I will
never forget it at all
Gleaming white just as I recall
Old as I get I will
never forget it at all
One day hidin' is free
One day that's my thing

In that dream I'm as old
as the mountains
Still is starlight reflected
in fountains
Children grown on
the edge of the ocean
Kept like jewelry,
kept with devotion
In that dream moving
slow through the morning
You would come to me
then without answers
Lick my wounds and remove
my demands for now
Eucalyptus and orange trees
are blooming
In that dream
there's no darkness alluded
In that dream moving slow
through the morning time
In that dream
I could hardly contain it
All my life
I will wait to attain it
There, there, there
I know someday the smoke
will all burn off
All these voices
I'll someday have turned off
I will see you someday
when I've woken
I'll be so happy
just to have spoken
I'll have so much
to tell you about it
In that dream
I could hardly contain it
All my life
I will wait to attain it
There, there, there
Wide eyed walker, don't betray me
I will wake one day,
don't delay me
Wide eyed leaver, always going

Why in the night
sky are the lights on
Why is the earth
moving round the sun
Floating in the vacuum
with no purpose, not a one
Why in the night
sky are the lights on
Why is life made only for to end
Why do are do all this way in then
Why this frightened part of me
that's fated to pretend
Why is life made only for to end
In the city only for a while
Here to face the fortune
and the bile
I heard you on the radio,
I couldn't help but smile
In the city only for a while
Why in the night
sky are the lights on
Why is the earth
moving round the sun
Floating in the vacuum
with no purpose, not a one
Why in the night
sky are the lights on

I went down among
the dust and pollen
to the old stone fountain
in the morning after dawn
underneath were all these pennies
fallen from the hands of children
they were there and then were gone
and i wonder what became of them
what became of them
sunlight over me no matter
what i do
apples in the Summer
all cold and sweet
everyday a'passin complete
I'm not one to ever pray for mercy
or to wish on pennies in the
fountain or the shrine
but that day you know
i left my money
and i thought of you only
all that copper glowing fine
and i wonder what became of you
what became of you
Sunlight over me no matter
what i do
apples in the summer all cold
and sweet
everyday a passing complete
apples in the summer
all cold and sweet
everyday a passing complete
In the morning waking up to
terrible sunlight
All diffuse like skin abuse the
sun is half its size
When you talk you hardly even
look in my eyes
in the morning, in the morning
In the doorway holding every
letter that I wrote
in the driveway pulling away
putting on your coat
in the ocean washing off
my name from your throat
in the morning, in the morning
in the ocean washing off
my name from your throat
in the morning, in the morning
Green apples hang from my tree
they belong only to me
Green apples hang
from my green apple tree
they belong only to, only to me
and if i just stay awhile here
staring at the sea
and the waves break ever closer,
ever near to me
i will lay down in the sand and
let the ocean lead
carry me to Innisfree like
pollen on the breeze

After all is said and done
I feel the same
All that I hoped would
change within me stayed
Like a huddled moonlit exile,
on the shore
Warming his hands a
thousand years ago
I walk with others in me,
yearning to get out
Claw at my skin and gnash
their teeth and shout
One of them wants only
to be someone you'd admire
One would as soon
just throw you on the fire
After all is said and
after all is done
God only knows which of them
I'll become

So, guess I got old
I was like trash on the sidewalk
I guess I knew why
Often it's hard to just sweet talk
I was old news to you then
Old news, old news to you then
You, you were like glue
Holding each of us together
I slept through July
While you made lines
in the heather
I was old news to you then
Old news, old news to you then
Fell for the ruse with you then
Old news, old news to you then
And I still see you
when I try to sleep
I see the garden,
the tower, the street
Call out to nobody, call out to me
Chip on the shoulder,
the diamond, the teeth
Now I can see how
We were like dust on the window
Not much, not a lot
Everything stolen or borrowed
I was old news to you then
Old news, old news to you then

I was raised up believing
I was somehow unique
Like a snowflake distinct among
snowflakes, unique in
each way you can see
And now after some thinking,
I'd say I'd rather be
A functioning cog in some great
machinery serving
something beyond me
But I don't, I don't know
what that will be
I'll get back to you
someday soon you will see
What's my name,
what's my station,
oh, just tell me what I should do
I don't need to be kind to the
armies of night that would do
such injustice to you
Or bow down and be grateful
and say sure, take all that you
see
To the men who move only in
dimly-lit halls and determine
my future for me
And I don't, I don't know
who to believe
I'll get back to you someday
soon you will see
If I know only one thing,
it's that everything that I see
Of the world outside is so
inconceivable often
I barely can speak
Yeah I'm tongue-tied and dizzy
and I can't keep it to myself
What good is it to sing
helplessness blues,
why should I wait for anyone else
And I know, I know you will
keep me on the shelf
I'll come back to you
someday soon myself
If I had an orchard,
I'd work till I'm raw
If I had an orchard,
I'd work till I'm sore
And you would wait tables
and soon run the store
Gold hair in the sunlight,
my light in the dawn
If I had an orchard,
I'd work till I'm sore
If I had an orchard,
I'd work till I'm sore
Someday I'll be like
the man on the screen

Just as the sand made
everything round
Just as the tar seeps up
from the ground
Bitter dancer, ever turning
So was the day
that you came to town
You took a room and you settled in
Washed off the chalk
from your weathered skin
Daylight sleeper
Bloody reaper
You took a room and you settled in
I should have known
one day you would come
All of us walk so blind in the sun
Midnight feeder, beggar pleader
I should had known
one day you would come
Tell me again my only son
Tell me again what have you done
At arm's lengths
I will hold you there
There
At arm's length
I will hold you there
There

I woke up one morning,
All my fingers rotting.
I woke up a dying man,
Without a chance.

I came to your window,
Threw a stone and waited.
At the door, a stranger stood.
The stranger's voice said nothing good
I turned to walk the frozen ground,
Alone, all the way home

Wide-eyed walker
Do not wander
Do not wander
Through the dawn

Both my eyes are fading,
No light in the evening.
Planted like a seed in sand,
Or drowned in rain.

Watch you for an hour
He kept you beneath him.
He kept you on lock and key
He paid the wage you sent to me
And wastes the day so idlly
Alone, all the way home.

Wide-eyed walker
Do not wander
Do not wander
Through the dawn
Wide-eyed walker
Do not wander
Do not wander
Through the dawn

He was so kind such a gentleman
tied to the Oceanside
Lightin a match on the suitcases
latch in the fadin of night
Ruffled the fur of the collie
neath the table
Ran out the door through the dark
Carved out his initials in the bar
When the earth shook that was
all that it took for the
train to bring
All the loose ends would
surround me again
in the shape of your face
What makes me love you
despite the reservations
What do I see in your eyes
besides my reflection hang in time
Are you off somewhere
reciting incantations
Sim sala bim on your tongue
Carving off the hair of
someone's young
Remember when you
had makeup your hair
Call me Delilah
then I wouldn't care

Red squirrel in the morning
Red squirrel in the evening
Red squirrel in the morning
I'm comin to take you home.

Sun, I see you
Over the hill
In the morning window

Hold me dear


Into the night
Sun, it will rise soon enough

Sun rising
Dangling there
Golden and fair
In the sky

So now I am older,
Than my mother and father,
When they had their daughter,
Now what does that say about me.
Oh how could I dream of,
Such a selfless and true love,
Could I wash my hands of
Just lookin out for me
Oh man what I used to be
Oh man oh my oh me
Oh man what I used to be
Oh man oh my oh me
In dirth or in excess
Both the slave and the empress,
Will return to the dirt I guess,
Naked as when they came.
I wonder if I'll see,
Any faces above me,
Or just cracks in the ceiling,
Nobody else to blame.
Oh man what I used to be,
Oh man oh my oh me
Oh man what I used to be,
Oh man oh my oh me
Gold teeth and gold jewelry
Every piece of your dowry
Throw them into the tomb with me
Bury them with my name.
Unless I have someday,
Ran my wandering
In my underway
Oh man what I used to be
Montezuma to tripoli
Oh man oh my oh me

Wanderers this morning came by
Where did they go
Graceful in the morning light
To banner fair
To follow you softly
In the cold mountain air

Through the forest
Down to your grave
Where the birds wait
And the tall grasses wave
They do not
know you anymore

Dear shadow alive and well
How can the body die
You tell me everything
Anything true



In the town one morning I went
Staggering through premonitions of my death
I don't see anybody that dear to me

Dear shadow alive and well
How can the body die
You tell me everything
Anything true

Jesse
I don't know what I have done
I'm turning myself to a demon
I don't know what I have done
I'm turning myself to a demon

I was following the pack,
All swallowed in their coats
With scarves of red tied 'round their throats
To keep their little heads
From fallin' in the snow
And I turned 'round and there you go.
And, Michael, you would fall,
And turn the white snow
Red as strawberries in the summertime.