Laura Laurent Songtext
von Bright Eyes
Laura Laurent Songtext
Laura, are you still living there
On your state of sorrows?
You used to leave it occasionally
Now you just can′t be bother
To ride that commuter train
Back west to Chicago
To stroll through the greenery
In the park past the statues
How their eyes seemed to follow you
Like a hated addiction
Their beauty carved out of absolutes you never claim
Or even envision
Laura, you were the saddest song
In the shape of a woman
I thought you were so beautiful
But I wept to your movements
Well, I hope you're laughing now
From that place on the carpet
Where we shared a sleeping bag
In your sister′s apartment
Oh, how she would worry so, worry so
You know, I was just a stranger
But she asked me to care for you
But I went and betrayed her
But you know we're on high demand
Us people who suffer
Cause we don't take to arguing
And we′re quick to surrender
Well, I think I would call you tonight
If I still had your number
Your thoughts have always lain close to mine
When we were both skipping supper
But you should never be embarrassed by
All your trouble with living
Cause it′s the ones with sore throats, Laura
Who have done the most singing
Lalala-la
Lala-la
Lala-la
Lalala-la
Lala-la
Lalala-la
Lalala-la
Lalala
On your state of sorrows?
You used to leave it occasionally
Now you just can′t be bother
To ride that commuter train
Back west to Chicago
To stroll through the greenery
In the park past the statues
How their eyes seemed to follow you
Like a hated addiction
Their beauty carved out of absolutes you never claim
Or even envision
Laura, you were the saddest song
In the shape of a woman
I thought you were so beautiful
But I wept to your movements
Well, I hope you're laughing now
From that place on the carpet
Where we shared a sleeping bag
In your sister′s apartment
Oh, how she would worry so, worry so
You know, I was just a stranger
But she asked me to care for you
But I went and betrayed her
But you know we're on high demand
Us people who suffer
Cause we don't take to arguing
And we′re quick to surrender
Well, I think I would call you tonight
If I still had your number
Your thoughts have always lain close to mine
When we were both skipping supper
But you should never be embarrassed by
All your trouble with living
Cause it′s the ones with sore throats, Laura
Who have done the most singing
Lalala-la
Lala-la
Lala-la
Lalala-la
Lala-la
Lalala-la
Lalala-la
Lalala
Writer(s): Conor Oberst Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com