| Song | Revisited |
| Artist | The Antlers |
| Album | Familiars |
| When some unfamiliar faces came to shop in our old house | |
| I didn't bother trying to stop them until they emptied it out | |
| I was standing by the front door, stuffing cash in a jar, taking payment for our failures… | |
| …I only wanted to alarm you | |
| So when they asked me for directions, I sold them our map | |
| I sold our shovels and our flashlights | |
| They took our duffel bag with a ton of room, but a broken strap | |
| The hungry patrons hit the graveyard, I lit a joint in the house | |
| Where there was nothing but our mattress and the same soft shelter of sheets | |
| Where nobody found us… | |
| I let them strip your mausoleum so nothing was left | |
| But they forgot to close the casket… | |
| They sent you shivering to my doorstep | |
| Gently clawing at my window when I was less than awake | |
| I slid it up for you to slither through | |
| I heard you howling | |
| "Just take me! | |
| Just take me to the rusty city we perfected | |
| That holy summer we first found!” | |
| The place you’re stubbornly protecting is the only pretty thing that we own now | |
| And we can stay here to wither in your garden of Eden | |
| But your fantasy’s a prison and you’re serving a sentence you can't stop repeating | |
| Can you see the secret exit? The false wall in obsession? | |
| You’ll only fit through the doorway when you relinquish your possessions | |
| So leave everything you've stolen that you can't give back | |
| And don't replace what you've been missing until you know what you're lacking | |
| Leave everything you've borrowed and kept for yourself | |
| You can’t unbreak our broken leases holding on to broken pieces, so return them! | |
| No guilt, no sorry speeches |
| When some unfamiliar faces came to shop in our old house | |
| I didn' t bother trying to stop them until they emptied it out | |
| I was standing by the front door, stuffing cash in a jar, taking payment for our failures | |
| I only wanted to alarm you | |
| So when they asked me for directions, I sold them our map | |
| I sold our shovels and our flashlights | |
| They took our duffel bag with a ton of room, but a broken strap | |
| The hungry patrons hit the graveyard, I lit a joint in the house | |
| Where there was nothing but our mattress and the same soft shelter of sheets | |
| Where nobody found us | |
| I let them strip your mausoleum so nothing was left | |
| But they forgot to close the casket | |
| They sent you shivering to my doorstep | |
| Gently clawing at my window when I was less than awake | |
| I slid it up for you to slither through | |
| I heard you howling | |
| " Just take me! | |
| Just take me to the rusty city we perfected | |
| That holy summer we first found!" | |
| The place you' re stubbornly protecting is the only pretty thing that we own now | |
| And we can stay here to wither in your garden of Eden | |
| But your fantasy' s a prison and you' re serving a sentence you can' t stop repeating | |
| Can you see the secret exit? The false wall in obsession? | |
| You' ll only fit through the doorway when you relinquish your possessions | |
| So leave everything you' ve stolen that you can' t give back | |
| And don' t replace what you' ve been missing until you know what you' re lacking | |
| Leave everything you' ve borrowed and kept for yourself | |
| You can' t unbreak our broken leases holding on to broken pieces, so return them! | |
| No guilt, no sorry speeches |