Owen Pallett Follow

Moon it rises and breaks across the river and a moon-faced boy
Would you write a speaking part for me,
A part that puts me somewhere between the elevated road and the water?
It don't get better
The hunger, even back in his arms
And the water will get higher, the faster you run.

Charity think no evil, charity never fails
Let me feed you with a song
I'm out on the street with an open case and a mandolin and with every coin
I am born again.
Faith will return to you my friend.
Some days I feel like the end of mankind, and some days the beginning
Watching kids turn into lover/believers
It don't get better
The hunger, even back in his arms
And the water will get higher, the faster you run.

Sun it rises to shine upon the wreckage of your broken bloody union.
Does it fill the gaps like it fills in mine,
The sunlight creeping cross the line to rest upon the site of your ruin?
And if your mother doesn't answer, give me a call
Here's my number: 854-4784