Status

Heatmiser Song

Written By

Elliott Smith

Recording Sessions

November 1995 - March 1996 (Heatmiser House, Portland, OR - Heatmiser - Mic City Sons)
Fall 1996 (Undercover Inc, Portland, OR - Plainclothes Man) - solo version

Availability of Official Release

Mic City Sons
Heaven Adores You

Lyrics

You’re everybody’s second home
Always trying to get me alone
An easy way to lose it all
Always there when all else fails
Over by the west side rails

But I don’t really need that now
I never really did anyhow
I only really needed alcohol
Something that’d treat me okay
And wouldn’t say the things you’d say

Please turn out the light
I get a sick confusion headache
Trying to figure out who’s right

Dreaming on the silver strand
Waking up your plainclothes man
You little bastard, little boy in blue
Someone’s gonna get to you
And fuck up everything you do

Some European son
He’s furious with everyone
He thinks he’ll win you with his angry kiss
Acting like he has no needs
Wanting you to watch him bleed

Made for each other that you pay me any mind
Just goes to show my continual decline
They say that I’ll recover my love of her once in a while
But I don’t know
I don’t think so

There’s something that I’ll tell you now
Now that no one else is around
The sort of lesson that I learned from you
Not quite the way you planned
But I know you’ll understand

Someone takes a photograph
A picture while their sweetheart (*the family*) laughs
A perfect moment in a flash of light
Counting back from three till one
That’s exactly (*just*) what you’ve done

And I’m so
Unsurprised
I remember, I remember why I dream in black and white
Goes to show my continual decline
They say that I’ll recover
My love of her
Once in a while
But I don’t know
I don’t think so
I don’t think so

Solo version

You’re everybody’s second home
Always trying to get me alone
An easy way to lose it all
Always there when all else fails
Over by the east side rails

I don’t really need that now
I never really did anyhow
I only really needed alcohol
Something that’d treat me okay
And wouldn’t say the things you’d say

Please turn out the light
I get a sick confusion headache 
Trying to figure out who’s right

Waking on the silver strand
Waking up your plainclothes man
Little bastard, little boy in blue
Someone’s gonna get to you
And fuck up everything you do

Some European son
He’s furious with everyone
Thinks he’ll win you with his angry kiss
Acting like he has no needs
Wanting you to watch him bleed

Made for each other that you pay me any mind
Just goes to show my continual decline
They say that I’ll recover my love of her once in a while
But I don’t know
I don’t think so

Something that I’ll tell you now
Now that no one else is around
A little story that I heard from you
Not quite the way you planned
But I know you’ll understand

Someone takes a photograph
A picture while their sweetheart laughs
A perfect moment in a flash of light
Counting back from three till one
Watching all the colors run

Cover up your eyes
I remember, I remember why I dream in black and white
Goes to show my continual decline
They say that I’ll recover 
My love of her 
Once in a while
But I don’t know
I don’t think so
I don’t think so

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