Little Dark Age (Matthew Dear Remix) - MGMT

Breathing in the dark Lying on its side The ruins of the day Painted with a scar And the more I straighten out The less it wants to try The feelings start to rot One wink at a time Oh-oh-oh Forgiving who you are Just know that if you hide When you get out of bed Don't end up stranded Horrified with each stone On the stage My little dark age Horrified Picking through the cards Knowing what's nearby The carvings on the face Say they find it hard And the engine's failed again All limits of disguise The humor's not the same Coming from denial Oh-oh-oh-oh I grieve in stereo I know that if you hide If you get out of bed And find me standing all alone Open-eyed Burn the page My little dark age Horrified All alone My little dark age

Breathing in the dark, lying on its side The ruins of the day painted with a scar And the more I straighten out, the less it wants to try The feelings start to rot, one wink at a time Oh-oh, forgiving who you are, for what you stand to gain Just know that if you hide, it doesn't go away When you get out of bed, don't end up stranded Horrified with each stone on the stage, my little dark age Picking through the cards, knowing what's nearby The carvings on the face say they find it hard And the engine's failed again, all limits of disguise The humor's not the same, coming from denial Oh-oh, I grieve in stereo, the stereo sounds strange I know that if you hide, it doesn't go away If you get out of bed and find me standing all alone Open-eyed, burn the page, my little dark age I grieve in stereo, the stereo sounds strange You know that if it hides, it doesn't go away If I get out of bed, you'll see me standing all alone Horrified on the stage, my little dark age Giddy with delight, seeing what's to come The image of the dead, dead ends in my mind Policemen swear to God, love seeping from their guns I know my friends and I would probably turn and run If you get out of bed, come find us heading for the bridge Bring a stone, all the rage, my little dark age I grieve in stereo, the stereo sounds strange I know that if you hide, it doesn't go away If you get out of bed and find me standing all alone Open-eyed, burn the page, my little dark age

Evil S.I.S to find a shore A beast that doesn't quiver anymore And we could crush some plants to paint my walls And I won't try to fight in the weekend wars Was I? I was too lazy to bathe Or paint or write or try to make a change Now I can shoot a gun to kill my lunch And I don't have to love or think too much Instant battle plans written on the sidewalk Mental mystics in a twisted metal car Tried to amplify the sound of light and love Christ is cursed of fathers and martyrs Might even take a knife to split a hair Or even scare the children off my lawn Giving us time to make the makeshift bombs Every mess invested was a score We couldn't use computers anymore But it's difficult to win unless you're bored And you might have to plan for the weekend wars Try to break my heart, I'll drive to Arizona It might take a hundred years to grow an arm I'll sit and listen to the sound of sand and cold Twisted diamond heart, I'm the weekend warrior My predictions are the only things I have I can amplify the sound of light and love I'm a curse and I'm a sound When I open up my mouth There's a reason I don't win I don't know how to begin I'm a curse and I'm a sound When I open up my mouth There's a reason I don't win I don't know how to begin I'm a curse and I'm a sound When I open up my mouth There's a reason I don't win I don't know how to begin I'm a curse and I'm a sound When I open up my mouth There's a reason I don't win