歌詞

You drew maps on diner napkins

Odd-time circles, crooked bars

We were kids with secondhand badges

Borrowed dreams, borrowed scars

You said, "Count five against four

'till it feels like breathing in"

Turned our cluttered little garage

Into some cathedral of tin

These are lessons from the old guard

Ghosts in corduroy and tea-stained charts

Carved our names in their margins

Tuning up our crooked hearts

We're lazy diamonds

Of a quarrel and a broken start

Still we follow every strange card

Lessons from the old guard

You talked slow about the fracture

How a brother leaves, yet stays

Living on in voicings and fractures

Inside everything you play

"Let the melody accuse you

Let the rhythm hold its breath"

We were laughing at your stories

Didn't hear you mention death

These are lessons from the old guard

Ghosts in corduroy and tea-stained charts

Carved our names in their margins

Tuning up our crooked hearts

We're lazy diamonds

Of a quarrel and a broken start

Still we follow every strange card

Lessons from the old guard

You said, "Lose a limb, keep walking

Cut a line, the song still lives

Change the faces, keep the question

That's the only gift it gives"

Now we're standing on that fault line

Every note a quiet dare

Are we brave enough to disagree

With the ones who put us here?

These are lessons from the old guard

Ghosts in corduroy and tea-stained charts

Carved our names in their margins

Tuning up our crooked hearts

We're lazy diamonds

Of a quarrel and a broken start

Still we follow every strange card

Lessons from the old guard

Lessons from the old guard

Still we follow every strange card