Craig Finn - This is What It Looks Like Lyrics

There was music in the plazas
And a lifting of the fear.
When we pressed ourselves together
Then our god was no where near.

All the drinking left us legless
So we slithered through the streets.
The car alarms they cussed us out.
The birds put us to sleep.

She said hold on
Do you think that we're in danger?
If we push it any further?
Do you think that we'll be damaged
If we don't what they say?

I said Baby don't you worry about
A couple broken windows.
That's just what it looks like when we're joyful.

Crowding into bathrooms
And tipping over tables.
That's just what it looks like when we're joyful.

We could get out of the city.
We could drive up to the valley
But if you do I think that we'll discover

The parkways all have barricades.
They're checking on each driver.
It's such a funny time to become lovers.

They said wait up
We'd like to see your papers
To see if you're a danger.

To see if you'll do damage
If you don't do what we say.

I said mister don't you worry about
A couple missing pistols.
Things just disappear when we feel playful.

When we get up on the table
You shouldn't act so startled.
This is what it looks like when we're joyful.

I'm almost feeling sorry for
The rangers with their rifles.
You can't get to heaven being hateful.

With our eyes back in their sockets
And a mess of broken bottles.
That's just what it looks like when we're joyful.

Sometimes when we celebrate it looks just like we're pulling things apart.
All the hissing in the whispers when we press ourselves together in the dark.

There's a house out in the valley
And it used be a church.
We went up there for a party
And I met her on the porch.

She took me to the wheelhouse
Washed away my doubts.
She handed me a pamphlet
And it laid this whole thing out.

It said hold up.
Are you scared about the future?
Would you want to live forever?
Do you think that you can manage?
Do exactly what I say.

It was nice to finally feel a little something.

This is what it looks like when we're joyful.