The Shins - Port of Morrow lyrics

Through the rain and all the clutter Under the Fremont Bridge, I saw a pigeon fly Fly in fear from a raptor come to take its life And as it closed in for the capture I funneled the fear through my ancient eye To see in flight what I know are the bitter mechanics of life Under my hat it reads, "The lines are all imagined" A fact of life I know to hide from my little girls I know my place amongst the bugs and all the animals And it's from these ordinary people you are longing to be free My hotel, and on the TV A preacher on a stage like a buzzard cries Out a warning of phony sorrow; he's trying to get a rise The cyanide of an almond Let him look at your hands, get the angles right Ace of spades, port of morrow, life is d**h is life I saw a photograph; Cologne in '27 And then a postcard after the bombs in '45 Must have been a world of evil clowns that let it happen But now I recognize, dear listeners That you were there, and so was I Under my hat I know the lines are all imagined A fact of life I must impress on my little girls I know my place amongst the creatures in the pageant And there are flowers in the garbage And a skull under your curls