Beacon Hill - Damien Jurado

Keeping you close, falling behind

I lost my voice, you lost your mind

You say you’re not well, I say that you’re fine

Walking with me through the aisles of a drugstore

And if you return to me

Oh, if you return to me

Your mother’s a fake, a phantom who steals

The smile on your face is not what you feel

I’ll check you in if you check me out

Some lonesome wrist-cutter who says I’m her brother

Oh, if you return to me

Oh, if you return to me

Was I the ghost or one of your voices

You hear in you head when you’re out killing horses

Who’s taking my place, who’s taking you home

I don’t think it’s safe to turn out the nightlight

And if you return to me

Oh, if you return to me

I read your reviews, I studied the lines

I know them so well, my life’s now a tragedy

One for the road, two for the plane

And I will be fine, as long as you take me

And if you return to me

Oh, if you return to me

It’s alright, baby

It’s alright, baby

It’s alright, babe

It’s alright