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Wake up we're here
It's so much worse than we feared
There's nothing left here
A country has disappeared
The winter trees bleeding
Leaf red blood
The summer sweet dreaming
April blush
But none of that's ever gonna mean
As much to me again
Hold out your hand
There's so much you don't understand
So stick as close as you can
To all of your best laid plans
You've got the white clouds hanging
So high above you
You've got the helicopters dangling
Angling to shoot the shots
To feed the hungry
Weekend news crew anchormen
So every evening
We can watch from above
Crushed cities
Like a bug
Fold ourselves into each others guts
Turn our faces up to the sun
I won't take no
I won't let you go
All by yourself
I know you'll need my help
When the cool light shakes you
Like a chandelier
When the snowflakes break through
The atmosphere
And melt on the blue breath
Of the auctioneers
And disappear
So every evening
We can watch from above
Crushed cities
Like a bug
Fold ourselves into each others blood
And turn our faces up to the sun
Wilco
A Country Disappeared
A Country Disappeared
Wake up we're here
It's so much worse than we feared
There's nothing left here
A country has disappeared
The winter trees bleeding
Leaf red blood
The summer sweet dreaming
April blush
But none of that's ever gonna mean
As much to me again
Hold out your hand
There's so much you don't understand
So stick as close as you can
To all of your best laid plans
You've got the white clouds hanging
So high above you
You've got the helicopters dangling
Angling to shoot the shots
To feed the hungry
Weekend news crew anchormen
So every evening
We can watch from above
Crushed cities
Like a bug
Fold ourselves into each others guts
Turn our faces up to the sun
I won't take no
I won't let you go
All by yourself
I know you'll need my help
When the cool light shakes you
Like a chandelier
When the snowflakes break through
The atmosphere
And melt on the blue breath
Of the auctioneers
And disappear
So every evening
We can watch from above
Crushed cities
Like a bug
Fold ourselves into each others blood
And turn our faces up to the sun