Bats

Come rebuild your memory with a small mountain of burnin' leaves
And a swinging wire door that slams shut like a guillotine
Strum a note up in the wires
To chase bats down the river, seagulls around spires
And shred all the twilight, scatter it city-wide

Those average angels
The drunken saints with heavy heads
They can keep dreaming
Dreamin' of sleep down the end of the bed
But nobody's ever gonna break your heart again
Nobody's ever gonna break your heart again

And the high-pitched, crooked thoughts
That ricochet off the walls
She just set 'em down quiet, safe in her dresser drawer
She laid me out on the laundromat floor
And said, "you'll be not nearly who you were anymore
And I'll always be here to remind you what time is for."

Those average angels
The drunken saints with heavy heads
You see the spirits, they're cowerin' under the table
And they're still countin'
Counting the breaths under their breath
But nobody's ever...
Nobody's ever...
Nobody's ever gonna break your heart again
Nobody's ever gonna break your heart again
Nobody's ever gonna break your heart again
Nobody's ever gonna break your heart again