Out of the blue Saw you fall down the stairs, it was me pushing you Innocence, tell me the truth Is that blood on your hands or just chocolate and fruit?
That isn't what I heard This world went down in flames and man-made caves An island of lepers That's no kind of place to stay
Came into view I just fly through the light like the dust in the room Reminisce, walk through the zoo And I sweep up my dreams with a pan and a broom
Not sure what comes after Life just went down a drain of rainy days Way up in the rafters I float where the organ fades
If it's not all that important, then Why make a fuss at all?
Just whistle a tune While you're digging a grave on a hot afternoon Happiness left here too soon With a map and a bag on a plane to Tulum
Best medicine's laughter What a practical joke we have to play Let's wait for the rapture Man the phone banks with talking snakes
If it's not all that important, then Why make a fuss at all?
Compositores: Conor Oberst, Mike Mogis, Nathaniel Walcott