Inside the Golden Days of Missing You - Silver Jews

Inside the golden days of missing you

With the people of Cleveland

Who’ve suffered for so many years

The shattered glass cussed

And when it broke, it spoke to us

It said, «Hey»

It said, «I know you… what’s your name?

What’s your name?»

Well, I wish they didn’t set mirrors behind the bar

'Cause I can’t stand to look at my face

When I don’t know where you are

And then the feeling fades away

But you sort of wish it would’ve stayed

Inside the golden days of missing you

What if life is just some hard equation

On a chalkboard in a science class for ghosts?

Then you can live again

But you’ll have to die twice in the end

In the end

In the end

Oh, yeah

We’ll meet again

We’ll meet again