Текст Conor Oberst – Lonely At The Top

It’s lonely at the top of that upside down mountain
Watch the sunrise from a windowless room
If the paramedics stop the soul goes on without them
In a wicker basket tied to a balloon

There are no boundaries to love
The heart can’t comprehend the panorama

I took it on the chin from some secondhand feeling
Sorrow handed down to me it felt brand new
Tiny violins or some summer insects listening
Another season leaving us too soon
Freedom is the opposite of love
You’ll never keep it through the paranoia

Standing on the edge of a million landscapes emptying
The water from the glacier fills my shoes
Laying in your bed my dreams are sex and violence
I chase the rapist chasing after you

There is no dignity in love
Trade every scrap to get some absolution

Till then I’m walking out the door
Till then I’m running through the airport
Till then I’m waiting around for no one