Cedars of Lebanon

Yesterday I spent asleep

Woke up in my clothes in a dirty heap

Spent the night trying to make a deadline

Squeezing complicated lives into a simple headline

I have your face in an old Polaroid

Tidying the children's clothes and toys

You're smiling back at me, I took the photo from the fridge

Can't remember what then we did

I haven't been with a woman, it feels like for years

Thought of you the whole time, your salty tears

This shitty world sometimes produces a rose

The scent of it lingers, and then it just goes

Return the call to home

The worst of us are a long drawn-out confession

The best of us are geniuses of compression

You say you're not gonna leave the truth alone

I'm here 'cause I don't want to go home

Child drinking dirty water from the river bank

Soldier brings oranges he got out from a tank

I'm waiting on the waiter, he's taking a while to come

Watching the sun go down on Lebanon

Return the call to home

Now I've got a head like a lit cigarette

Unholy clouds reflecting a minaret

You're so high above me, higher than everyone

Where are you in the Cedars of Lebanon?

Choose your enemies carefully, 'cause they will define you

Make them interesting, 'cause in some ways they will mind you

They're not there in the beginning, but when your story ends

Gonna last with you longer than your friends