St. Vincent - Strange Mercy

Oh, little one, I know you've been tired for a long, long time
And oh little one I ain't been around for a little while
But when you see me, wave

Oh, little one, your Hemingway jawline looks just like his
Our father in exile
For God only knows how many years
But when you see him, wave
Through double-pane
I'll be with you lost boys
Sneaking out where the shivers won't find you

Oh little one I'd tell you good news that I don't believe
If it would help you sleep
Strange mercy

If I ever meet the dirty policeman who roughed you up
No I I don't know what
If I ever meet the dirty policeman who roughed you up

I'll be with you lost boys
Sneaking out where the shivers won't find you

St. Vincent - Cruel

Bodies, can't you see what everybody wants from you?

Forgive the kids, for they don't know how to live
Run the alleys casually cruel
Cruel, cruel

Bodies, can't you see what everybody wants from you?
For you could want that, too
They could take or leave you
So they took you, and they left you
How could they be casually cruel?
Cruel, cruel, oh
Cruel, cruel, oh

Bodies, can't you see what everybody wants from you?
If you could want that, too, then you'll be happy

You were the one waving flares in the air so they could see you
And they were a zephyr, blowing past ya, blowing fastly so they can see ya
Cruel, cruel, oh
Cruel, cruel, oh

St. Vincent - Northern Lights

If you say it is, then I guess it is
What you say it is, but I don't feel anything
'Cause your pendulum is in swing again
Yeah, your pendulum hasn't swung back in

It's a champagne year full of sober months
Through my maudlin days, through my dry moments

I saw the Northern, Northern Lights
Convinced it was the end of times
I saw the Northern, Northern Lights

Gotta get young fast
Gotta get young quick
Gotta make this last
If it makes me sick

I saw the Northern, Northern Lights
Convinced it was the end of times
I saw the Northern, Northern Lights
Convinced it was the end of times

I saw the Northern, Northern Lights
I saw the Northern, Northern Lights
I saw the Northern, Northern Lights
I saw the Northern, Northern Lights

St. Vincent - Champagne Year

So I thought I'd learned my lesson
But I secretly expected
A choir at the shore
And confetti through the falling air

I make a living telling people what they want to hear
It's not a killing, but it's enough to keep the cobwebs clear

'Cause it's not a perfect plan
It's not a perfect plan
But it's the one we got

It's not a perfect plan
But it's the one we got

'Cause I make a living telling people what they want to hear
And, boy, I tell you, it's gonna be a champagne year