The Hold Steady - Navy Sheets Lyrics

I guess we met a couple a bona-fide angels
But they all seemed kinda fat and fatigued
And now we're trying to match their mouths to the screens
Match their heads to their dreams

Everybody's searching out the softest seat
All dialed up for the funeral feast
Everyone's stabbing at the biggest piece
Clever kids kissing on a [unknown] retreat

Now I'm not really sure we were lovers
Or if it was just some kind of car crash
And now we're trying to find a DNA match
To match their heads to their hats

Everybody's reaching for the sharpest knife
Legs wide open on the opening night
Everybody's bathing in the laser lights
Clever kids screwing with some [unknown] bites

Sunday morning, sidewalks flattered
Feverish in stylish tatters
Damn, this used to seem like [unknown]
I remember when it mattered

Can't get over what's transpired
Left home virgins, came back vampires
Built it out like back-scratched choirs
Really dead or really tired

Everybody's coming on their navy sheets
Everybody's coming on their navy sheets
Everybody wants to suck on something sweet
Everybody's coming on their navy sheets

Everybody's coming on their navy sheets
Everybody's coming on their navy sheets