Текст песни I'm Ready To Move On / Wild Heart Reprise (Live At Radio City Music Hall) - Bleachers

Snow is falling all the time
Snow is smiling all the time
I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready to move on

They closed the parkway late last night
And as I sat with the echoes
Of the lies that I told
I felt young, never changed by crooked hearts
So put your shotgun back in the glove
Come on and wait another year
For the dream far away
To come home, to be brave

Snow is falling all the time
Snow is smiling all the time
I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready to move on

They boarded up the windows
And the doors to my house
No one will ever read the
Letters of the lies that I told
From the years I was changed by crooked hearts
Why did they have to go
And do us like that?
Why did they have to go
And run from the dream far away?
Were we there? Was that brave?

To think everything must die
For anyone to matter
Got to find any way to your wild heart
Slowly, I will find any way to your heart

Slowly, I will find any way
Everything has changed
And I can't tell what matters
I will find a new way to your wild heart

'Til you end the snow, oh-oh
Standing on my own
Before you end this snow, oh-oh, oh-oh
Before you end this snow
You weren't in this snow
You weren't in this snow (oh, oh)
You weren't in this snow (oh, oh)

Whoa
Whoa, whoa
How are you doing? (Yeah!)
Top balcony? (Yeah!)
Lower balcony? (Yeah!)
First balcony? (Yeah!)
You guys? (Yeah!)
Only safe

So I live in the city very, very proudly
And 'em, during lockdown
I got this window in my apartment
And in my apartment I have a little studio
And I make a lot of the records
That you hear there and ahem
I was working on 'Take the Sadness Out' on Saturday night
And I wrote this song
And when I told you
That story earlier in the night

About starting this band, dreaming if
And wondering if, if I could eh
Be with you guys if you existed (whoa)
That machine kind of restarted the machine during the pandemic
Because um, you know, I knew we'd play again
But I genuinely didn't know if it would be
In any sort of capacity, that would be
What we need to do to feel alive
And that's this
That's to be together and fucking go for it

So I did go back to that place
And I wrote a song in my apartment
And there's a sort of window, I look out it
And I see people, mostly firefighters
'Cause they live next door
And they, and they make beams and they do laundry
When they're no firing-fighting fires
They're, they seem to have a good life
But I look at them and I jerk off
I look at them and ahem

I look at them, and eh, yes, no
I mean, they are a moving group of people
There's, they're all beautiful
Just because they are a life choice above all
But um, I look at them and I think
What they will think of the songs I'm writing
'Cause it's kind of my lifeline to the world
During the pandemic they were gone
Um, or during lockdown
And in New York City

To see people gone from the street
Is very profound experience
So when I play this song
I think about being in that room
I think about, wondering if I'll ever have this again
And ahem damn great for the play of few
It's called '45'