The New Pornographers Follow

[** Japanese Release:]

There's a straight line between suburbia and graveyards*
And as we wander zigzag, short mysteries on our side
Then she reads them to me as we lunch on Sunday
Picnic baskets on the grave of Lola Montez

Bingo games and black lights
Apocalyptic, walking
Apologies accepted, spurred by sure design
Something fled on Henry(?)
Blazing blue down Cobb Street
We surround it, singing
(???)

I was the lucky one, too
I was the lucky one all the same
I was saved
In the summer of my (???) flame/fame(?)
I rock myself in its arms, forgiven
In the face of fortune

And with the lucky one, too
And with a broken heart, broke apart
Into pieces that were sold as art
I had to rock myself into famous places
To replace my fortune
To replace my fortune
To replace my fortune

A dance, we turn on rest here
Left like breadcrumbs for you
Dropped from these skyscrapers
Pieces from (???)

Apocryphal and shining
Come the new crop circles
Our avenging angels
Singing in a secret code

I was the lucky one, too
I was the lucky one all the same
In the summer of my (???) flame(?)
I had to rock myself in its arms, forgiven
In the face of fortune

And with the lucky one, too
And with a broken heart, broke apart
Into pieces that were sold as art
I had to rock myself into famous places
To replace my fortune
I had to rock myself into famous places
To replace my fortune
I had to rock myself into famous places
To replace my fortune
I had to rock myself into famous places
To replace my fortune