the black keys – brooklyn bound

Outside inside the bright light big city, in a carousel horse spinning living room, the heartbreak story just another form of the heartbreak glory, down Chrystie St towards Broome, another carousel another room, another sparkling horse meets his doom, with the far away angels watching in devil’s costumes, the letter written to you, written with a tongue bitten and bleeding, with a fist clinched in the suffering of your love, a vampire feeding, From the Manhattan Bridge I’ll cast away the sins and find the gold porcelain stallion, when I’m in Brooklyn.



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