Conor Oberst - Tachycardia (Full Band) lyrics

It's a ma** grave A dollar-fifty resting place On the north face There'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 courtroom, sweat rolling down my back It's a bad dream I have it seven times a week No, it was not me But I'm the one who has to die Needs a cold draw to slow his tachycardia In a dark bar this world just melts away And he feels fine If he could just lose track of time It's a good sign when he can't 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 Now it's just there At the bottom of those spiral stairs It's the World's Fair The future's on display In the dark night They turned on the electric lights And the crowd cried out Everyone looks so amazed