The Microphones — Thanksgiving

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I give thanks again that long nights, though they’re lonely,
Are lit by stars and end with suns that climb
And the moon will back me up on this, just look up
«Yeah, but the moon won’t take you out to wine and dine!»
Oh yeah, I know, but there her hand is always on my shoulder
«Yeah, but every evening we still hear you whine and whine!»

But, like a sibling, I neglect her
And we have no choice, I’m hers and she is mine,
And she is yours, and you are hers, and we’re each other’s
«Oh shut up Phil, you’re just shouting empty rhymes!»
I know, I know the world’s alone
This light’s on loan

I know, I know, we’re all alone
Until we have grown old enough to pay it back
To pay back all our borrowed sunlight
When we grow

Old enough to pay it back with our gruesome rotting
And our lives are just long saggings of the spine,
So here I sit hunched over a candle in the black night
Thanksgiving, here I hug my sorrow tight