Weird Goodbyes (live in London 2022) Lyrics

Memorize the bathwater, memorize the air
There'll come a time I'll wanna know I was here
Names on the doorframes, inches and ages
Handprints in concrete at the softest stages

I don't know why I don't try harder
I feel like throwing towels into water

Get it down to nothing, everything that matters
Fever flashes, eyelashes and traffic patterns
Humidity, history, chemistry and panic
Swimsuits in the windows of electric minivans

I don't know why I don't try harder
I've been going down some, some strange water

Move forward now, there's nothing to do
Can't turn around, I can't follow you
Your coat's in my car, I guess you forgot
It's crazy the things we let go of

It finally hits me, a mile's drive
The sky is leaking, my windshield's cryin'
I'm feeling sacred, my soul is stripped
Radio's painful, the words are clipped
The grief, it gets me, the weird goodbyes
My car is creeping, I think it's dyin'
I'm pulling over until it heals
I'm on a shoulder of lemon fields

What was I even leaving for?
I keep going back and forth
I think now I'm about to see
Didn't know how sad it'd be

Memorize the bathwater, memorize the air
There'll come a time I'll wanna know when I was here
Names on the doorframes, inches and ages
Handprints in concrete at the softest stages

I don't know why I don't try harder
I feel like throwing towels into water
[Pre-Chorus: Matt Berninger & Justin Vernon, Matt Berninger]
Move forward now, there's nothing to do
Can't turn around and I can't follow you
Your coat's in my car, I guess you forgot
It's crazy the things we let go of

It finally hits me, a mile's drive
The sky is leaking, the windshield's cryin'
I'm feeling sacred, my soul is stripped
Radio's painful, the words are clipped
The grief, it gets me, the weird goodbyes
My car is creeping, I think it's dyin'
I'm pulling over until it heals
I'm on a shoulder of lemon fields
The grief, it gets me, the weird goodbyes
My car is creeping, I think it's dyin'
I'm pulling over until it heals
I'm on a shoulder of lemon fields