Songtexte Harder Harmonies - La Dispute

Like a shadow on a shadow, a phantom in a film strip
Faint glimmer of the past trapped in mother's old slides
Sits still in the apartment while sifting through some pictures
Of the child that he once was and the sense of hope they framed
"It's a shame"
And I fear that fate while the humming from the street keeps me awake
He says: "I let life get twisted
Get worn out, torn up, and late with the rent
And now nothing makes sense except the bench and that piano
A feeling nearing order when I'm pressing down the chords"
And he plays and it swells and breaks
But what'll it take to make my life sound like that
And brings a fever, a dream of sweat and ecstasy
A kiss on every hammer hit that follows as the keys fall down
And bring an order first, then chaos, then a calm
That paints every shift in murals on the wall
And it presses to your neck, it clutches to your hips
Softly sings to you of fireworks and God and art and sex and it's strange
That it feels so right when nothing else does
But all the while he's playing
There's a humming coming up and through the window from outside
And even he has to admit a certain melody in it, but then why can't he harmonize?
It's like the city's got its own song but he can't play along
He sees the notes as they fly by but always plays them wrong
And in the bathroom it gets blurry, gets warm and distorted
Like light pushed the orange of the pillbox he poured in his palm
It falls to the floor, he smiles as it hits
"Sounds a little like an instrument"
Like a voice in the choir
That hum and that drumbeat of life as an art-form
And fire through the streets that keep moving us in silence to phantom baton sweeps
Keep tapping to the tempo of our feet
And all the ones who seem to fit the best into the chorus never notice there's a song
And the ones who seem to hear it end up tortured by the chords when they fail to find a way to sing along
And when you sing the wrong thing it all starts collapsing
Starts to ring out and feedback, starts lapsing and crashing, on notes that don't clash
But that never quite feel like they match
And I never quite feel like mine match
There's a melody in everything
I'm trying to find a harmony
But nothing seems to work
Nothing seems to fit
There's a melody in everything
I'm trying to find a harmony
But nothing seems to work
Nothing fits