Conor Oberst - Tachycardia lyrics

It's a ma** grave A dollar-fifty resting place On the north face It's a rope I've gotta climb I'm a stone's throw from everyone I love and know But I can't show up looking like I do In an old suit my hair is slicked up back nice and smooth In a court room, sweat rolling down my back It's a bad dream I have it seven times a week No it's not me But I'm the one who has to die Needs a cold draw to slow his tachycardia In a dark bar the world just melts away And you feel fine Your feet can just lose track of time It's a good sign when he can stay awake On a slow day the rain against the windowpane of the cafe She spills the coffee grounds And the same thought hits her like cinder block Life's an odd job that she don't got the nerve to quit Yeah it's just there At the bottom of those spiral stairs It's the world's fair The future's on display In the still night They turned on the electric lights And the crowd cried out Everyone looks so amazed