Transmissions From The Satellite Heart

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Friday, October 16, 2009

Something filled up
my heart with nothing,
someone told me not to cry.

But now that I'm older,
my heart's colder,
and I can see that it's a lie.

Children wake up,
hold your mistake up,
before they turn the summer into dust.

If the children don't grow up,
our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up.
We're just a million little gods causing rain storms turning every good thing to
rust.

I guess we'll just have to adjust.

With my lightning bolts a glowing
I can see where I am going to be
when the reaper he reaches and touches my hand.

With my lightning bolts a glowing
I can see where I am going
With my lightning bolts a glowing
I can see where I am, go-go, where I am

You'd better look out below

Lyrics by Arcade Fire

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DEKC5pyOKFU