The secrets that you keep
Find a way to drink
At some hole in the wall
With the souls that call your name when you stop listening
And an ancient song
Sung by the trees and the wind like a choir
And the way that the sun keeps raging in fire
Oh, bum-pa-da, da-da-dum, bum-pa-da-da
Bum-pa-da, da-da-dum, mm
The simplest things
Keeping us awake
The casual sting
Of an old mistake that keeps on watching
The two of us were perfect
In our own fucked up way
The cities in our hearts, like the Eastern Block in 1988
We barely made it
Don't tell me your dreams
You can keep your pain
I'm not trying to be mean, I've got all that I can keep
You and me, we're just the same
Bum-pa-da, da-da-dum, bum-pa-da-da
Bum-pa-da, da-da-dum, mm
Bum-pa-da, da-da-dum, bum-pa-da-da
Bum-pa-da, da-da-dum, mm
Bum-pa-da, da-da-dum, bum-pa-da-da
Bum-pa-da, da-da-dum, mm
Bum-pa-da, da-da-dum, bum-pa-da-da
Bum-pa-da, da-da-dum, mm
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