Baltimore's Future Islands stellar new-wavey track Vireo's Eye, off their LP release 'In Evening Air'.
A loose, and hazy time
When you were not my clementine
And I was not your diamond's eye.
Bereft, as daisies lie
For our love was lost in style
You were strong, I was a child.
We, we're not kings here.
We're not kings here.
We're just strangers.
And Love, has died in song
Carried down by ancient tongues
Ferried round the water's thrum
And winds, along a line
Along a whirl, a lonely girl
To be, to see, to sweat, and bleed
To fall, on your sword--on your sword
On your word
Be still, by my side
For you are not my clementine
And I am not your diamond's eye.
By right of you, I can't endure
In light of things, I can't ignore
In spite of all the rose's thorns, and hopeless words
We, we're not kings here
We're not kings here
We're just strangers