St. Vincent - Regret

Morning pry the windows open
Let in what's so terrifying
Summer is as faded as a lone cicada call
Memories so bright I gotta squint just to recall
Regret the words I've bitten
More than the ones I ever said

Who's the one animal
All by yourself, all of us
All of us
All of us

Who's the one animal
All by yourself, all of us
Who's the one animal
All by yourself, all of us

I'm afraid of heaven because I can't stand the heights
I'm afraid of you because I can't be left behind
I'm always on the run and I hate copy paste for god's sake
Oh well, there's a red moon rising
The door slammed and it felt like a cannonball

Who's the one animal
All by yourself, all of us
Who's the one animal
All by yourself, all of us
All of us
All of us

St. Vincent - Psychopath

Running down the highway like a psychopath
All the flames and fury honey at my back
Wanna make a bet whether I make it back cause
I'm on the edge of a heart attack

You said "Honey quit your worrying
Distance is exactly like a blowing wind
Putting out the embers and the tiny flames and
Keeping the big ones burning."

So I am standing in the sand where we said
"It's the best day of my life" and meant all of it

Keep me in your soft sights
When all of the rest have moved on
And I'll keep you in my soft sights
When all of the crowd has gone home

Keep me in your soft sights
When all of the rest have moved on
And I'll keep you in my soft sights
When all of the crowd has gone home

St. Vincent - Digital Witness

Get back, to your seat
Get back, gnashing teeth
Ooh, I want all of your mind

People turn the TV on, it looks just like a window, yeah
People turn the TV on, it looks just like a window, yeah

Digital witnesses, what's the point of even sleeping?
If I can't show it, if you can't see me
What's the point of doing anything?
This is no time for confessing

I want all of your mind

People turn the TV on, it looks just like a window, yeah
People turn the TV on, it looks just like a window, yeah

Digital witnesses, what's the point of even sleeping?
If I can't show it, if you can't see me
Watch me jump right off the London Bridge
This is no time for confessing

People turn the TV on and throw it out the window, yeah
Get back to your stare
I care, but I don't care
Oh oh, I, I want all of your mind
Give me all of your mind
I want all of your mind
Give me all of it

Digital witnesses, what's the point of even sleeping?
If I can't show it, if you can't see me
What's the point of doing anything?
What's the point of even sleeping?
So I stopped sleeping, yeah I stopped sleeping
Won't somebody sell me back to me?

St. Vincent - Rattlesnake

Follow the power lines back from the road
No one around so I take off my clothes
Am I the only one in the only world?
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
Woah oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh

I see the snake holes dotted in the sand
As if Seurat painted the Rio Grande
Am I the only one in the only world?
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh, woah oh, oh oh
Woah oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
Woah oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh

Sweatin', sweatin'
No wind whipping behind me
Sweatin' sweatin'
No one will ever find me

The only sound out here is my own breath
And my feet stuttering to make a path
Am I the only one in the only world?

Is that the wind finally picking up?
Is that a rattle sounding from the brush?
I'm not the only one in the only world
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
Woah oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
Woah oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh

Runnin', runnin'
Runnin' rattle behind me
Runnin', runnin'
No one will ever find me
Runnin', runnin'
Runnin' rattle behind me
Runnin', runnin'
No one will ever find me
Sweatin', sweatin'
Sweatin' rattle behind me
Runnin', runnin'
No one will ever find me
Sweatin', sweatin'
Sweatin' rattle behind me
Runnin', runnin'
No one will ever find me

St. Vincent - Severed Crossed Fingers

When your calling ain't calling back to you
I'll be side-stage mouthing lines for you
Humiliated by age, terrified of youth
I got hope but my hope isn't helping you

Spitting our guts from their gears
Draining our spleen over years
Found my severed crossed fingers in the rubble there

Wake up puddle-eyed, sleeping in the suit
The truth is ugly, well, I feel ugly too
We'll be heroes on every bar stool when
Seeing double beats not seeing one of you

Spitting our guts from their gears
Draining our spleen over years
Find my severed crossed fingers in the rubble there

Well you stole the heart right out my chest
Changed the words that I know best
Find my severed crossed fingers in the rubble there

Holding on and on and on... enough enough enough

Spitting our guts from their gears
Draining our spleen over years
Find my severed crossed fingers in the rubble there

Well you stole the heart right out my chest
Changed the words that I know best
Find my severed crossed fingers in the rubble there