Parade - The Antlers

Right when the blizzard ends, they throw a fucking huge parade

A great excuse for celebration of the mess they’ve made

But then when the streets get flooded, we know what proximity’s worth

‘Cause we’re already here in the same place when our phones don’t work

So then we lie down in our field and just do nothing at all

And I’m getting ready for when everything is wonderful

For just a couple pairs of broken bones with broken feathers in blood

In a meadow, uncut and understood

We can be an island apart from a ceaseless war on our heart

Harbored in a fortress insurmountable

Taller than affliction, safe wherever we are

Erasing horror and disgust

Rewinding the sorrow and the rust

Before our suffering’s suffering, hadn’t we suffered enough?

On the morning that we’re both 19 and newly on our own

And all we know is «each other» and invisible homes

We find two empty seats in the back of a car in an empty parking lot

Where all our bridges are abandoned and the cops have forgot

And I can feel the difference when the day begins

Like all I know is, «This year will be the year we win.»

We smoke the paper from the banner from our past parades

And start again, before the memory of the mess we’ve made