Альбом Bright Eyes

Sitting around, no work today
Try pacing to keep awake
Laying around, no school today
Just drink until the clock has circled all the way
It is late afternoon as you walk through the rooms
Of a house that is quiet except for unanswered telephones
You stand near the sink, you're mixing a drink
You think you don't want to pass out
Where your roommates will find you again

Stumble around the neighborhood, nothing to do
You're always looking for something to sniff, smoke, or swallow
Calling over next door to see what they got
But you would settle for anything
That would make your brain slow down or stop

Break this circle of thoughts you chase
Before they catch back up with you
And your parents noticed your thinning face
All the weight you lost
All the weight you're losing

You said I'm done feeling like a skeleton
No more sleep walking dead
You're gonna wake from this coma
You're gonna crawl from this bed you have made

And stop counting on that camera
That hangs round your neck
Because you won't ever remember
What you choose to forget

As you try to find some source of light
Try to name one thing you like
You used to have such a longer list
And light you never had to look for it

But now it's so easy, it's so easy to
So easy, it's so easy to
Second-guess everything you do
Until all you want is to
Finish this half-empty glass
Before the ice melts away
This feeling always used to pass
But seems like it's every day

Lately I've been wishing I had one desire
Something that would make me never want another
Something that would make it so that nothing matters
All would be clear again
But I guess I'll have to settle for a for a few brief moments
And watch it all dissolve into a single second
Try to write it down into a perfect sonnet
Or one foolish line

Cause that's all that you'll get
So you'll have to accept
You are here, then you're gone

But I believe that lovers should be tied together
Thrown into the ocean in the worst of weather
Left there to drown, left there to drown
In their innocence

But as for me I'm coming to the final chapter
I read all of the pages and there's still no answer
Only all that was before I know must soon come after
That's the only way it can be

So I stand in the sun
And I breathe with my lungs
Trying to spare me the weight of the truth...

Saying everything you've ever seen was just a mirror
You've spent your whole life sweating in an endless fever
And laying in a bathtub full of freezing water
Wishing you were a ghost

But once you knew a girl and you named her lover
Danced with her in kitchens through the greenest summer
But autumn came, she disappeared, you can't remember
Where she said she was going to

But you know that she's gone
Cause she left you a song
That you don't want to sing...

Singing I believe that lovers should be chained together
Thrown into a fire with their songs and letters
Left there to burn, left there to burn
In their arrogance

But as for me I'm coming to my final failure
I've killed myself with changes trying to make things better
And ended up becoming something other
Than what I had planned to be

Well I believe that lovers should be draped in flowers
And laid entwined together on a bed of clover
Left there to sleep

There is a car parked where the block begins,
and there are people singing praises,
say it's all because of him.
And there is a bird perched on a frayed wet wire,
and his voice sings out for a lover,
but it's covered by the choir of voices reaching way beyond the rafters.
With devotion they perform these sacred tasks,
they cross themselves and offer up their checkbooks.
Slight suffering is not too much to ask.
Besides we all are making money,
and we are all fucking alone,
and we don't know what we're doing,
maybe just buying us some hope.
Because we know that we are lonely,
yeah, lonely that's for sure and the older ones are coughing,
and the older ones are dying.
Maybe we are all dying.

I pass a graveyard on my way to work,
today I saw two dozen white roses on a fresh new mound of dirt.
And I wondered about the occupant,
when the darkness finally swallowed him,
was he calm and content?
Or was he sweating in a struggle to keep breathing,
ripping apart the sheets that dressed his bed,
crying out loud for someone to help him and collapsing on his back all pale and
dead?

Maybe it's me who's this unstable,
always obsessed about the end.
Why can't I let what happens happen,
and just enjoy the time I spend?
Oh how I wish it was so easy,
but when there is no point to anything,
you know it can get a bit confusing.

If you could change your days
Arranging them in some sweet new sequence
Like any new arrangement's
Gonna make a difference
Cause it is the moment that you are living in
And not the one that follows
That makes this mess
You're cleaning in your head
Time still drags you forward though
You keep resisting
You know it is what you leave behind
You'll soon start missing
And the people you once counted on
Now say its all depending
On how you act
And how you treat yourself
And that is not very well

So baby, when I call for you
I want you to come
Explain yourself to everyone

You nod in an acknowledgement
Of your frequent mood swings
But what good is an acknowledgement
It still don't change things
We've tried all forms of encouragement
But it's still no better
You can't seem to fake or force a smile
Not even a little one

So baby, when I call for you
I want you to come
And lay it out for everyone
Exactly how it was before
Any of this happened
And why you can't leave it behind

Don't just sit there when I call to you
I told you to come
And lay it out for...
Don't feel awkward...

In the morning when you throw up water
And your skin it turns a pale pale yellow
Well everyday you lose more color
Do you think that someone paints your mirror?
Do you think that someone paints your mirror?
And you think that things sound different
At the time when you speak
There are visions much clearer
Than these blurs that you see

And like Neely O'Hara
You swallow your sleep
And you wake up in the morning
To find out you are not who...
You are not who you used to be

You don't recognize your behavior
Or the spelling of your name
And the shape that's in the mirror
You'd swear it's not the same

And like Neely O'Hara
You swallow your sleep
And you really can't remember
But you know you are not...
Think you are not...
No, you are not who you used to be

No you are not!