The Lost Cause (feat. Manchester Orchestra)

By the time you saw the open gate and the cobra by the door

You were half way hauled to holy ghosts, the poison of the lord

In a trance you’d find him sleeping in the hallway pretty drunk

How you wanted him to feel the way you felt during the war

Now an insect in your boot, so you negotiate your price

With a wager made in fractions, so you take another slice

Oh you could feel the breath before you, one thousand angry eyes

There’s a reason that you’re standing here, a reason in the fight

Every time I try to run away from you

I find another ransom hiding in the scope

I don’t want to believe it

So every time you try to hang your empty rope

Another casual cost of trying to stay afloat

You don’t want to believe it

It starts when you stop

And it stops when you start

To believe that the lost cause is more than it’s costing ya

So the moral of the story, are the blind leading the blind?

An eraser put to history? A deletion in the files?

What about all you’ve been teaching?

What a laundry list of fires

What a sneaky misdirection

What a complicated lie

Every time I try to run away from you

I find another ransom hiding in the scope

I don’t want to believe it

So every time you try to hang your empty rope

Another casual cost of trying to stay afloat

You don’t want to believe it

It starts when you stop

And it stops when you start

To believe that the lost cause is more than it’s costing ya