Liza's Apartment

Song Length 5:21 Genre Folk - Contemporary, Folk - Rock
Tempo Multiple Tempos Lead Vocal Male Vocal
Mood Troubled, Poignant Subject Darkness, Addiction
Similar Artists The Beatles, Radiohead Language English
Era 2000 and later

Lyrics

Liza?s Apartment

Living in Liza?s Apartment
With the saints on the windowsill
They promised that you would march with them
But they demanded a miracle
Liza lies beside you in the morning dark
Her body curled away like a question mark
You?d like to reach inside her mind and steal away
The serpents that sleep there
Such darkness in her hair.

Living in Liza?s apartment
You never know quite what to say
Silences grow there like cobwebs
You?ve stopped brushing them away
You?d like to say how could you let it get this far?
You?d like to say come with me in my get-away car
You?d like to say what fear my dear has made its nest
In the hollows of your eyes
What evil songbird flies?

Chorus: You don?t know why gravity has kept her for such a long time
Maybe it will release her when you go
You don?t know why these dark walls have held you for such a long time
Maybe they will release you when you know

Living in Liza?s apartment
With the Pterodactyl pie
You choke on the bones of a dead love
Photograph of a girl gone by
You keep it in your wallet as a talisman
She seems to be smiling at what might have been
Her hair was blonde then but it?s blacker now
Than amnesia?s funeral gown
A midnight lake where memories drown.

Living in Liza?s apartment
With the voices in the walls
Liza is learning their language
When she speaks she isn?t there at all
She?s picking up signals from exploding stars
She?s rotting at the bottom of your reservoirs
She?s cartwheeling through empty space your hopeful face
The only Houston that she?s got
She?s a cocaine cosmonaut.

CHORUS

Saints above me
If she don?t love me
I?ll go elsewhere, I swear
Leave this mausoleum for the morning air
But how can I let go
When I still see an echo
Of a girl so pure
She could trap the sunlight in her eyes
Dancing in a crown she wove of dandelions
Living in the language of our secret signs
Knowing I was hers and she was, she was, she was
Her hair was blonde then
I?ve the picture in my wallet
To prove that it was so
I?ll leave it on the table when I go.

Lyrics Josh Perlman Music Josh Perlman
Producer Lance Monotone (Russ Miller) Performance Josh Perlman

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