Fake Your Death (And I'll Fake Mine) Songtext
von Whitehorse

Pins and needles when you wake
All our memories became
A collection of mistakes

And if you′re fodder for the sane
You've got time to make a case
You′ve got enemies to blame

This pilgrimage
This archeology
A poppy field
A stencilled line
Between your heart and mine

Oh, fake your death and I'll fake mine

Now all the traffic lights obey
As they usher us from town
To some suburban underground


But we are flightless birds
We are question marks that hang
Above the endless unexplained

This paragraph
This mythology
A cigarette and gasoline
Into the air we breath

Oh, fake your death and I'll fake mine

Now I′m the villain in this piece
And back when I was a thief
I broke hearts like they were teeth

A page of funnies in the back
All the punchlines smudged to black
Just insinuating that we had a laugh

But oh the credits roll
Pins and needles they deflate
And life will take its toll
Oh, life will take its toll

Oh, fake your death and I′ll fake mine
Oh, fake your death and I'll fake mine