It’s all gone dull again, he said
Lit another cigarette
The revolution’s come and gone and we’ve been left to carry on
Struggle, struggle, find a way
To earn a little less each day
See a ghost on every corner as the memories replay
And these old haunts
I’ve been thinking about digging even deeper into nothing
Or just stopping before starting
In my dreams I’m always quitting
Talk about hard travels
Shit, we’ve toured some infernos
That would send Dante remodeling
The halls of his ninth circle
And these old haunts
We’ve had punishers and jinglers and nibblers and wringlers
You might ask, what are all those?
Well, when you know, you know, you know
It’s one part energy vampire, two parts master of disguise
Three parts just sheer force of will
‘Til suddenly they’re on a bill
Your cell phone’s out of data
The hummus has gone missing
Their ukulele’s strumming just as you had dreamt of sleeping
And these old haunts
Stuffy nose and frozen toes and greenroom couches full of mold
Perfect place to take a poo
Was the old AdelFi loo
Blacklight poster-covered walls
Dragons chasing waterfalls
Just when you start feeling right
The feedback’s cutting through the night
Dreams of climbing endless stairs
With twenty tons of merch and gear
Getting stuck in elevators
It’s so nice to see you, see ya later
And these old haunts
Now, hold on tight, folks, save some film
Surprises here in every room
Sights and smells yet to behold
On tread through the underworld
Welcome up onto this stage
Your tour guide for this next phase
Should you dare to meet his gaze
Bewitching spells he’ll cast your way
And these old haunts
The city’s bones, the old town’s soil is built from sentiments we stole
Bought and bartered, swapped for free
The city aches like you and me
These photo books so steeped in glue
These visions of ourselves in blue
The dust follows borrowed youth
Clings to the heels of hot pursuit
This ancient space of raging ghosts
Memories from long gone homes
Oh, you may cast in all detail
What truths in time be revealed
And these old haunts
Not to say there weren’t good times
Or even better oldies
But for sure the hardest moments left the chill of Satan on me
We can laugh about it now
But there were moments of pure hell
Used to play a game
What’s worse than where we are right now?
I’d say 19th century chimney sweep in downtown London
I’d say coal miner on strike, it’s snowing, he’s freezing
For a moment, we’d fall silent
Lost in self reflection
Then out would come the sharpies to add new dicks
To the collection
And these old haunts
The city owes you something
The city breaks your heart
Remember all your words
Remember where it starts
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Your Heart Breaks Lyrics – These Old Haunts