Texty:
Fleet Foxes Helplessness Blues

If to borrow is to take and not return I have borrowed all my lonesome life And I can't, no, I can't get through The borrower's debt is the only regret

In that dream I'm as old as the mountains Still is starlight reflected in fountains Children grown on the edge of the ocean Kept like jewelry, kept with

I woke up one morning All my fingers rotten I woke up a dying man Without a chance I came to your window, threw a stone and waited At the door a stranger

So guess I got old I was like trash on the sidewalk I guess I knew why Often it's hard to just sweet talk I was old news to you then Old news, old news

Just as the sand made everything round Just as the tar seeps up from the ground Bitter dancer, ever turning So was the day that you came to town You

He was so kind Such a gentleman tied to the ocean side Lighting a match On the suitcase's latch in the fading of night Ruffle the fur of the collie '

I barely can speak Yeah I'm tongue tied and dizzy And I can't keep it to myself What good is it to sing helplessness blues? Why should I wait for anyone

: He was so kind, such a gentleman tied to the oceanside Lighting a match on the suitcase's latch in the fading of night Ruffle the fur of the collie

: After all is said and done I feel the same All that I hoped would change within me stayed Like a huddled moon-lit exile on the shore Warming his hands