Your sword grown old and rusty,
Put beneath the rising sun.
It's locked up like a trophy,
Forgetting all the things it's done.
And though it's been a long time,
You're right back where you started from.
I see it in your eyes,
That now you're giving up the gun.
When I was seventeen,
I had ribs like steel,
And I felt complete.
And now my body fades,
Behind a brass charade,
And I'm obsolete.
But if the chance remains,
To see those better days,
I'd put my cannons down.
My ears are blown to bits,
From all the rifle hits,
But still I crave that sound.
Your swords grown old and rusty,
Put beneath the rising sun.
It's locked up like a trophy,
Forgetting all the things it's done.
And though it's been a long time,
You're right back where you started from.
I see it in your eyes,
That now you're giving up the gun.
I saw you play guitar,
Down at a city bar,
Where skinners used to fight.
You took a guy with smile,
And your garbage style,
And used to save the night.
You felt the coming wave,
Told me we'd all be brave.
You said you wouldn't flinch.
But in the years that passed,
Since I saw you last,
You haven't moved an inch.
Your swords grown old and rusty,
Put beneath the rising sun.
It's locked up like a trophy,
Forgetting all the things it's done.
And though it's been a long time,
You're right back where you started from.
I see it in your eyes,
That now you're giving up the gun.
(I see you shining away,
Go on, go on, go on.)X7
Your swords grown old and rusty,
Put beneath the rising sun.
It's locked up like a trophy,
Forgetting all the things it's done.
And though it's been a long time,
You're right back where you started from.
I see it in your eyes,
That now you're giving up the gun.
Vampire Weekend (: