Apologies to future me's
and you's
but I can't help feeling
like we're through
The ripping of the tape
hurts my ears
In my years
I've never seen anyone
quit quite like you do
Twin bruises on my shins
from where I kicked
the back of the seat in
They meant
what I went
through for you
but now they're fading
Now they're gone
These teenage hands
will never touch yours again
But I remember you
You had a body
You had hands
and arms and legs
and et cetera
Did I fail
Did I fall
Did I waste my time
waste my time
on a broken heart
Or is this the start
of the great silence
Is this the start
of every day
I'm not gonna end up
a nervous wreck
like the people I know
who are nervous wrecks
Though I'm not gonna
name names
yours was an exception
Did the sound just stop
At the end of every day
there'll be
nothing left to say
There'll be
no backstage pass
We gotta go back
We gotta go back
We gotta go back
We gotta go back
We gotta go back
We gotta go back
We gotta go back
We gotta go back
We gotta go back
We gotta go back
We gotta go back
We gotta go back
We gotta go back
We gotta go back
We gotta go back
Oh-oh-oh
Yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah
Don't get too impressed
You might lose your breath
Don't predict your death
'cause I like you the best
Don't you fall apart
You might lose my heart
You know I love your art
The ocean washed
over your grave
The ocean washed
open your grave
The ocean washed
over your grave
The ocean washed
open your grave
The ocean washed
over your grave
The ocean washed
open your grave
The ocean washed
over your grave
The ocean washed
open your grave
The ocean washed
over your grave
The ocean washed
open your grave
The ocean washed
over your grave
The ocean washed
open your grave
So descend into cliché
if you've found
your holy grail
I could fill back
in that grave
I could hammer
in that nail
I could
give you what you want
I could
give you what you deserve
I could
sing another song
I could
watch that hammer swerve
And when
the mirror breaks
I wouldn't miss it
for the world
Call it blackstar
Call it painstar
The same thing happens
when you touch it
Let me tell you
did they tell you
what happens
when you touch it
Did they tell you
Let me tell you
what happens
when you touch it
let me tell you
let me let me
let me let me
let me let me
let me let me
let me let me
let me let
Let me
Let me in
So descend into cliché
if the music has
forsaken you
Roll the stone
over the grave
I never liked
that one anyways
Or stare into the face
of whatever it is
that's facing you
and if the levee breaks
you'll find out what it is
that's replacing you
And when
the mirror breaks
I wouldn't miss it
for the world
Call it blackstar
Call it painstar
The same thing happens
when you touch it
Did they tell you
what happens
when you touch it
Did they tell you
what happens
when you touch it
Did they tell you
Did they tell me
What happened to you
Ooh-ooh-ooh