Texty:
Mountain Goats The We Shall All Be Healed

the last days come We shall see visions More vivid than sunsets Brighter than stars We will recognize each other And see ourselves for the first time The way we

give I saw you waiting by the roadside You didn't know that I was watching Now you know Let it all go Let 'em all go Let it all go

for cake Yeah we're all here Chewing our tongues off Waiting for the fever to break When we walk out in the sunlight we tell every we know it hurts

in the desert we'll have no worries Out in the desert just you and me I came to see you up there in intensive care Out in the desert we'll live carefree

toast the living and the dead who've gone before me And my head will throb like an old wound reopening When I get off the bus down there my children They all

them downstairs I shot a roll of thirty-two exposures My camera groans beneath the weight it bears I can see you in my sleep Playing the points for all

a mouthful of surprises The ghosts that haunt your building have been learning how to breathe They scan the hallways nightly vainly searching for a sign There must be