By: Beck Hansen
Written by: Beck Hansen

Version Of: Sorrow

This Version:
Face me now, my lover
Hang a light switch higher, flip the light
Won't you burn some joy I threw
Upon the street and drove right through

The crazies all in line to battle sorrow
Now the way to live, can't wake up sorrow
Who is that crying on the road now?
Who is that ghost singing our songs?

Weakest hand fell from my grip
The shapeless ways your fist can move
I feel like I could fill this room
With broken records and dead balloons

And it's a happy birthday, say so long to sorrow
Beggar shoes can't find the way to sorrow
Who is that burning on the sun?
All the trash that filled our rooms

Fade as light from angled roofs
The lunatics are aching too
The cold dust smell, the dusk is dim
Midnight lungs of promises

The fire hydrant blasts the shell of sorrow
Rescue missions dig up the bones of sorrow
Who is that crying in the shadow?
Who is that ghost singing our songs?