Just in case you wanted to play sing along, here are some of the lyrics…
Even Hills Have White Coats.
They look so nice in their innocent state
The snow fell and hid the secrets they contain
Beneath the surface of their frozen condition
Trapped there they are plotting their escape
Even hills have white coats to dress up and distract
Eyes away, hide erase the mess they made behind your back
There’s the faint glow of embarrassed cheeks
Blushing secrets they try to conceal
And the weight that does make the strongest man cower
Behind tales that branch from open mouths
And You watched us turn white to grey
And you never looked away
Even hills have white coats to dress up and distract
They disguise jealous eyes for the saints clothed in white
The Least of Things.
There’s a pause in the air waiting for these words to appear
There’s a wreck in my mind all three words have crashed and piled
So I think they’ll be a while getting through
This may seem like the least of things That I wrote three words in showers steam My neatest writing on fogged up glass I hope it will be be enough This record on repeat has told you five times at least
With eloquence and grace, everything that I should be
And its putting me to shame so I’ll wait
This may seem like the least of things For the most part of my morning I arranged three words in your cereal I hope it will be enough My fear standing there being fed While courage sits and starves itself My tounge’s fighting a war on its own And this may seem like the least of things And my silence now is deafening So if I wisper than you may not hear Know there’s more to the words I say Clementine
Clementine how did we get this far
I can’t even see the line we crossed?
Let me wipe every trace of you from my mind
Won’t you disappear in time oh Clementine
Darling can’t you see you are the con in me
I am the sailors wife you are the raging sea
Everything thing that I own is floating in your hands
I watched you go
Look at the mess we made Can’t you see you’re a mess
We were followed here by the things we did
With your memory I dug a shallow trench
I layed you down, I Filled the hole
and on your ghost I
built this home
Our monument
Look at the mess we made If you were a thief then I was a saint A dreadful end to a clean escape Why do I carry you around?
