Famous Prophets (Minds)

Apologies to future mes and yous
But I can't help feeling like we're through
The ripping of the tape hurts my ears
In my years, I have never seen anyone quit quite like you do

Twin bruises on my shins
From where I kicked the back of the seat in
They meant what I went through for you
But now they're fading, now they're gone

These teenage hands
Will never touch yours again
But I remember you, you had a body
You had hands and arms and legs and et cetera

Did I fail?
Did I fall?
Did I waste my time
Waste my time on a broken heart?
Or is this the start of the great silence?
Is this the start of every day?

I'm not gonna end up a nervous wreck
Like the people I know who are nervous wrecks
Though I'm not gonna name names
Yours was an exception
Did the sound just stop?
At the end of every day
There'll be nothing left to say
There'll be no backstage pass

We gotta go back
We gotta go back
We gotta go back
We gotta go back
We gotta go back
We gotta go back
We gotta go back
We gotta go back
We gotta go back
We gotta go back
We gotta go back
We gotta go back
We gotta go back
We gotta go back
We gotta go back

Don't get too impressed
You might lose your breath
Don't predict your death
'Cause I like you the best

Don't you fall apart
You might lose my heart
You know I love your art

The ocean washed over your grave
The ocean washed open your grave
The ocean washed over your grave
The ocean washed open your grave
The ocean washed over your grave
The ocean washed open your grave
The ocean washed over your grave
The ocean washed open your grave
The ocean washed over your grave
The ocean washed open your grave
The ocean washed over your grave
The ocean washed open your grave

So descend into cliche
If you've found your holy grail
I could fill back in that grave
I could hammer in that nail
I could give you what you want
I could give you what you deserve
I could sing another song
I could watch that hammer swerve

And when the mirror breaks
I wouldn't miss it for the world
Call it blackstar, call it painstar
The same thing happens when you touch it
Did they tell you, did they tell you what happens when you touch it?
Did they tell you? Let me tell you what happens when you touch it
Let me tell you, let me, let me, let me
Let me, let me, let me, let me, let me, let me, let me
Let me, let me, let me

So descend into cliche
If the music has forsaken you
Roll the stone over the grave
I never liked that one anyways
Or stare into the face
Of whatever it is that's facing you
And if the levee breaks
You'll find out what it is that's replacing you

And when the mirror breaks
I wouldn't miss it for the world
Call it blackstar, call it painstar
The same thing happens when you touch it
Did they tell you what happens when you touch it?
Did they tell you what happens when you touch it?
Did they tell you?
Did they tell me?

What happened to you? Ooh

Love never fails
But where there are prophecies, they will cease where there are tongues
They will be stilled, where there is knowledge, it will pass away
For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears
When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child
When I abandoned my childhood, I put these ways behind me
For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror, then we shall see face to face
Now I know in part, then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known

And now these two remain