Letra de Tachycardia - Conor Oberst

It's a mass grave
A dollar-fifty resting place
On the north face
It's a rope I've gotta climb

I'm a stone's throw
From everyone I love and know
But I can't show up looking like I do

In an old suit
My hair is slicked up back nice and smooth
In a court room
Sweat rolling down my back

It's a bad dream
I have it seven times a week
No, it's not me
But I'm the one who has to die

Needs a cold draw
To slow his tachycardia
In a dark bar
The world just melts away

And you feel fine
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If your feet can just lose track of time
It's a good sign
When he can stay awake

On a slow day
The rain against the windowpane
Of the caf�
She spills the coffee grounds

And the same thought
Hits her like cinder block
Life's an odd job
That she don't got the nerve to quit

Yeah, it's just there
At the bottom of those spiral stairs
It's the World's fair
The future's on display

In the still night
They turned on the electric lights
And the crowd cried out
Everyone looks so amazed