The Revival (writing sessions) Songtext
von The Dear Hunter

It took a little longer than we hoped, but it was worth it
Y′know, it takes a village to raise a scheme
To patch the holes of a mausoleum
Well, we're packing in the patronage like it′s a lotto
(And everybody wins)
Now take a seat so the show can start
And will you welcome these works of art?
Isn't she beautiful?
No?
Maybe another one here could entertain?
Uh, yes?
We swear that every minute's worth the wait

Hey, it′s a cry you can′t contain
A release you couldn't estimate
And the secret′s safe as long as you pay
It's so good to be so bad
You can leave it when you walk away
And pretend you′ve washed your hands of it


Last call for the Sunday squaws
And there's no room left for hem and haw
We′ll give a gift long overdue
And make a sultan out of you
That's right, yeah, any troglodyte
Can have a life in the party as a socialite
Or if you're looking to efface
You can retire without a trace
Don′t you bother with doubt

Hey, it′s a cry you can't contain
A release you couldn′t estimate
And the secret's safe as long as you pay
It′s so good to be so bad
You can leave it when you walk away
And pretend you've washed your hands of it

Another candidate for giving her bruises
Another night that she′ll dissociate
Another man who thinks the rules don't apply to him
Another candidate for giving her bruises
Another night that she'll dissociate


Long was this road I′ve wandered
But short did my temperance live
Here I′ve helped him build a temple
To deify this czar of sin
Now who to blame but I for tying
These knots so well at my wrists?
The noose would surely find me if I'm too wily
But what of the life I′d live?
The sale of a soul that falls
As foolish as young Esau
It's better if I withdraw

Hey, it′s a cry you can't contain
A release you couldn′t estimate
And the secret's safe as long as you pay
It's so good to be so bad
You can leave it when you walk away
And pretend you′ve washed your hands of it