The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart Anne With An E

The things we used to do when the nightmare wouldn’t end

turn up the sight of you and feel it all again

The posters on the wall that were our only friends

Their lives we never knew, but oh how we imagined

Let’s go out tonight and do something that’s wrong

cuz I don’t feel alright when disaster’s gone

Anne with an E you’re everything to me

Take your sweater off and wear your spikes again

cuz you can’t get off on that medicine

Let’s go out tonight and do something that’s wrong

cuz I don’t feel alright when disaster’s gone

We’ll call in sick tomorrow and shake ’til we can’t speak

and know it won’t get better, but still you wanna see

our bodies fall apart and lose the will to breathe

and fall asleep forever in perfect harmony

Anne with an E, you’re everything to me

The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart Hey Paul

You say you’ve been waiting, waiting for someone

Waiting for some song, waiting since when you were born

For a moment when everything’s alright and everything’s all white

But I just can’t wait anymore

Hey Paul, where have you gone?

I want to come along

Hey Paul, what went so wrong?

What went so wrong?

Have you gone away or been left behind?

You know that I don’t mind, you know that you’re my kind

‘Cause when I hear church bells or when I see fireflies

You don’t know I won’t lie, one of these days you’ll belong

Hey Paul, where have you gone?

I want to come along

Hey Paul, what went so wrong?

Hey Paul, where have you gone?

I want to come along

Hey Paul, what went so wrong?

What went so wrong?

Hey Paul, where have you gone?

I want to come along

Hey Paul, what went so wrong?

I want to come along

The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart Anymore

Black eyes in the summer sublime

Now your blood has turned to wine

Don’t be so quick to call me a child

Came to with the curtains drawn

No need to hide the scars on your arms

Was then I knew nothing was wrong

Anymore, anymore, anymore

I couldn’t take anymore, anymore, anymore

I wanted to die with you

I wanted to die with you

I didn’t know the price I’d pay

I lost my way, don’t say it wasn’t true

But could you never learn to behave

Like a middle class kid with the privilege to save

Your barbs for a private page?

Don’t need to be told what I’ll never be

Anymore, anymore, anymore

I couldn’t take anymore, anymore, anymore

I wanted to die with you

I wanted to die with you

I wanted to die with you

I wanted to die with you

I wanted to die with you

I wanted to die with you

I wanted to die with you

I wanted to die with you, oh

I wanted to die with you

I wanted to die with you

The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart The Echo Of Pleasure

Locked in your bedroom, the others distracted

Like sisters in secret you asked

With unusual substance if I wished I could feel it

Like the first or the second time we met

A rush then desire, a rush then desire

You cut me in

Though I knew I never was

Like you, beautiful, like you, born to rule

I can hear it still, faint and chill

The echo of pleasure, echo of pleasure,

Can’t return, can’t return

Just fade into these silent days

Oh, the echo of pleasure, echo of pleasure

I was young and sick with love

Now I’m sick with something else

The curve of your spine as you knelt to your idol

Hollow and holier you swore

It was only for pleasure, the rush then desire

You turned on me, though I knew I never was

Like you, scared to live, like you, full of shit

I can hear it still, I can hear it still

The echo of pleasure, echo of pleasure,

Can’t return, can’t return

Just fade into these silent days

Oh, the echo of pleasure, echo of pleasure

I was young and sick with love

Now I’m sick with something else

That was then and this is nowhere

You are nowhere near

That was then and this is nowhere

‘Cause you are nowhere near

And I can still hear

The echo of pleasure, echo of pleasure,

Can’t return, can’t return

Just fade into these silent days

Oh, the echo of pleasure, echo of pleasure

I was young and sick with love

Now I’m sick with something else

Oh, the echo of pleasure, echo of pleasure

Echo of pleasure, echo of pleasure

Echo of pleasure, echo of pleasure

Echo of pleasure, echo of pleasure

Echo of pleasure, echo of pleasure

Echo of pleasure, echo of pleasure

The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart Art Smock

I want to know what happened to you

I liked you better in your art smock, mocking art rock

without intention, without design

You said you’d never be fine with being fine, or mine

So we went out to see your favorite band,

left when we saw they were bone and skin and 77

And I wanted to be something like you

and nothing like them

What you wanted I never knew

I was a mess but so were you

I should have guessed it was going to fall

to pieces in my hands again

I’m broken where I stand again

I never learn this lesson right,

but I want you here

You learned to mingle with a well-bred crowd,

straightened your hair and forgot all about

torn jeans and sweaters from the lost and found,

dropped some pounds and the people that you used to hang around

What you wanted I never knew

I was a mess but you turned so cruel

I should have guessed it was going to fall

to pieces in my hands again

I’m broken where I stand again

I never learn this lesson right

When I spent the night it just felt wrong,

like a Felt song, I’m off the throne

and I need you here, and you’re not around

The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart Masokissed

Twist your body like your mind,

a constant aversion to forgo perversion

No one notices when you’re shut up

or beat up covertly in places I can’t see

Eternally, internally you are free,

though they try to chain you,

you don’t mind

Eternally, internally you are free,

even if they shame you,

would you mind, when you’re mine

Sweet masokissed in the morning mist

Why would you ever leave this place,

When all I need is your chip-toothed smile to know that

life’s more than ok?

Sweet masokssed if it came to it,

would you go all the way?

‘Cuz that’s what Jesus did, but I don’t care for him

and I want you here to stay

Don’t set me free

The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart Gentle Sons

If you shut out the sun, then the day will never come

If you turn on your side, then this night won’t come undone

Now you say you need a friend

But we can’t live again

Monday morning comes too fast, you stumble down the diamond path

And every step will be your last

The sunken eyes you just can’t see, remind me how you’ll never leave

And every breath could be your last

Now you stand in the rain saying nothing has changed at all

Save the lines in your eyes that remind me of summer’s fall

Oh no, you say you need a friend

But we can’t live again

Monday morning comes too fast, you stumble down the diamond path

And every step will be your last

The sunken eyes you just can’t see, remind me how you’ll never leave

And every breath could be your last

The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart Girl Of 1,000 Dreams

Held my breath, thought of death

and things I’d like to do ’til then

See my friends, lose my head

wake up with you in my bed

When every feeling feels the same

and every creeper knows your name

he makes a pass on a passing train no shame

I know everything is so-so

I know you could just fly solo

But come on, we are going to go go

around the world, cuz you’re the girl of 1,000 dreams

Sadness hurts, but that’s ok

Get back up and cry again

Fall asleep in outer space,

but wake up at your parents’ place

So tell me how I’m supposed to live

when every night you die for it

So if you give, just say you won’t give in

The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart Come Saturday

I can’t stand to see your picture

On the dresser where I left it

Another sunny day and you’re 80 miles away

Tuesday

But come Saturday, you’ll come to stay

You’ll come to sway in my arms

Who cares if there’s a party somewhere?

We’re gonna stay in

Come Saturday, you’ll come to say

Maybe there’s no harm

In a wasted summer with no drummer

We’re gonna stay in

I could stand to be a fixture

In your faded family picture

But I can’t see into the sunset

All I know is that you’re perfect right now

Come Saturday, you’ll come to stay

You’ll come to sway in my arms

Who cares if there’s a party somewhere?

We’re gonna stay in

Come Saturday, you’ll come to say

Maybe there’s no harm

In a wasted summer with no drummer

We’re gonna stay in

You don’t have to write at all, you don’t have to make a call

I know that you will come again and again

You don’t have to dress to please, perhaps undress for me

I know that when you come we’ll be staying in

The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart Kurt Cobain’s Cardigan

You say tomorrow is gone, tomorrow’s not gone

Just let it come

I’ll walk the length of your town, ’til no one’s around

Except us punks

The way we are now it’s alright

So don’t tell me it’s the last night of our young lives

The way we are now, it’s alright

So don’t tell me it’s the last night of our young lives tonight

Again, again stop trying to win

The things that you want, I’ll never miss

We’ve got a rainbow of sound, so tell me what’s wrong

With cum and bliss

The way we are now it’s alright

So don’t tell me it’s the last night of our young lives

The way we are now, it’s alright

So don’t tell me it’s the last night of our young lives

Won’t you come with me tonight?