Bright Eyes Album

I dreamt of a fever, one that would cure me of this cold winter-set heart.
With heat to melt these frozen tears, burned with reasons as to carry on.
Into these twisted months I plunge without a light to follow,
but I swear that I would follow anything, just get me out of here.
But you get six months to adapt
And you get two more to leave town
And in the event that you do adapt
We still might not want you around

But I fell for the promise of a life with a purpose,
but I know that that's impossible now.
And so I drink to stay warm, and to kill selected memories,
because I just can't think anymore about that or about her tonight.

But I give myself three days to feel better,
or else I swear I'll drive right off a fucking cliff.
Because if I can't learn to make myself feel better,
how can I expect anyone else to give a shit?

And I scream for the sunlight, or a car to take me anywhere.
Just get me past this dead and eternal snow.
Cause I swear that I'm dying, slowly but it's happening,
and if the perfect spring is waiting somewhere,
just take me there, just take me there, just take me there.

Lie to me and say it's gonna be all right
It's gonna be all right
It's gonna be all right
It's gonna be all right
It's gonna be all right

I had a brother once, he drowned in a bathtub before he'd ever learned how to
talk.
And I don't know what his name was, but my mother does.
I heard her say it once.
Padraic my prince, I've all but died from the sheer weight of my shame.
You cried but no one came, and the water filled your tiny lungs.
Appear my dear and cry for me, it was six years ago today, that I laid you in
your grave.
Your sweet young skin was shining then too.
So tonight to celebrate, I will, I will poison myself.
Another coughing, shaking fit in a bathroom that is spinning.
I close the door and I rest my head on the tile floor, sickness and sleep
turning me cold.
And I'm still not sure,
is there is some better place I could be heading towards,
where the selfishly sick and self-absorbed are welcome?

I saw the future once, I was drunk in a phone booth.
My eyes were wet and red, but I could not tell what was said.
And through the screams of the traffic, voices carried saying I'm sorry.
On a day so gray it's black inside, watching churches on TV.
In a coma you don't dream, you just hope that someone sits with you.
Babies turn blue when they're ignored like the sky on summer days, before you
turn and walk away.
It has changed you.

So tonight to celebrate, I will, I will poison myself.

Contrast and compare, between the busy ones and the ones that don't care,
until there is no one that you really know.
So I drift through these days of appointments and promises made,
they'll all end up broken and quickly replaced.
Weeks are slow, days drag on, even practice and parties seem long,
but I found myself going, I guess there's nothing to do, oh well.
Group of kids, line of cars, more will show up after the bars close.
There's this boredom that drowns everything.
Bottles break, music plays, conversations competing for space.
I look for a corner or a quieter room.

There's no heat in this house,
I can't breathe with these words in my mouth,
but I'm not going to say them.
Yeah, I've made that mistake before.
On the stairs, she grabs my arm, says what's up, where you been, is something
wrong?

The city has sex with itself, I suppose,
as the concrete collides where the scenery grows.
And the lonely, once-bandaged, lay fully exposed,
having undressed their wounds for each other.
And there is a boy in a basement with a four track machine,
he's been strumming and screaming all night down there.
The tape hiss will cover the words that he sings.
They say it's better to bury your sadness.
In a graveyard or garden that waits for the spring to awake from its sleep and
burst into green.
Well, I've cried and you would think I'd better for it,
but the sadness just sleeps and it stays in my spine for the rest of my life.
And I've learned and you'd think I'd be something more now
but it just goes to show it is not what you know,
it's what you were thinking at the time.

This feeling's familiar, I've been here before in a kitchen this quiet,
I've waited for a sign or just something that might reassure me of anything
close to meaning or motion with a reason to move.
I needed something I want to be close to.
And I scream, but I still don't know why I do it,
because the sound never stays, it just swells and decays so what is the point?
Why try to fight what is now so certain?

Now that it's June, we'll sleep out in the garden.
And if it rains, we'll just sink in to the mud.
Where it is quiet, and much cooler than the house is.
And there's no clocks or phones to wake us up.
Because I have learned that nothing is as pressing,
as the one who's pressing would like you to believe.
And I'm content to walk a little slower,
because there's nowhere that I really need to be.
And I find that life is easier,
when it's just a blur with no details to confuse who or what or where I was,
so when the ending comes, the full regret will seem obscure.

But these are days we dream about when the sunlight paints us gold
and this apartment could not be prettier as we dance up there alone.
And this TV's old, the color's fucked, do you see the difference in the shades?
But the green's still close to green, my love, and I believe we are the same.
And we'll stay like this, all gold and green - light collects,
it projects your heart on a movie screen.
And if you close your eyes we will always be the way we were that night you
crawled inside of me.

And you slept in my blood the way you sleep now,
the quietest hush has consumed this house.
And when the doctors have gone and you sweat through the bed
with the pictures and pills they piled around your head.
Well, just rest now and in a moment you'll know everything.
Was it all a dream?
It's too vague now to recount.
And the outline of the one you loved in a life that was that no longer will be

Touch, lying on the floor wishing this could last,
but knowing that it can't.
Soon you will leave, and I'll be on the floor,
watching a TV, trying hard to find a reason to move.
I'm frozen in one place, staring at the screen,
listening to the rain falling on the street.
Some days go on too long, so no one can hang out tonight.
Here where the carpet's cool and soft, underneath the clock,
I feel my weary heart is put to rest.
You gather around your friends,
the connection that you feel, when the night has not yet died, you are new.
With a promise of a love, you'll probably never find and touch, that you can
really feel.
The brokenness inside as hope and less collide, now nothing is real.
There is nothing more I want than just one night that's free of doubt and
sadness.
One night that I can really feel.

(You are new and near now to someone you used to love when you were young,
when all was gold and you two touched and felt the flutter underneath your skin.
You stood in glowing rooms,
the light dripping from both of you,

I spent a week drinking the sunlight of Winnetka, California,
where they understand the weight of human hearts.
You see sorrow gets too heavy and joy it tends to hold you with the fear that it
eventually departs.
And the truth is I've been dreaming of some tired, tranquil place
where the weather won't get trapped inside my bones.
And if all these years of searching find one sympathetic face then it's there
I'll plant these seeds and make my home.
It's been a day dreaming of dying in Mesa, Arizona,
where all the green of life had turned to ash.
And I felt I was on fire with the things I could have told you,
I guess I just assumed that you eventually would ask.
And I wouldn't have to bring up my so badly broken heart and all those months I
just wanted to sleep.
The spring, it did come slowly,
I guess it did its part,
my heart has thawed and continues to beat.

And I visited my brother on the outskirts of Olympia where the forest and the
water become one.
And we talked about our childhood,
like a dream we were convinced of,
that perfect peaceful street that we came from.
And I know he heard me strumming all those sad and simple chords
as I sat inside my room so long ago.
And it hurts that he's still shaking from those secrets
that were told by a car closed up too tight and a heart turned cold.

I went to San Diego and the birthplace of the summer and watched the ocean dance
under the moon.
There was a girl I knew there, one more potential lover,
I guess that something's got to happen soon.
Cause I know I can't keep living in this dead or dying dream.
And as I walked along the beach and drank with her,
I thought about my true love,
the one I really need,
with eyes that burn so bright they make me pure.

They make me pure, they make me pure, I long to be with you.

Is the passion all gone
Or is it still newly wed?
If all this heat's doing
Is making us stick to the bed
Then there's no life to revive
But if the hunger's still there
Buried somewhere inside
Covered up by the boredom
We've been trying to hide
Then dig it up and devour

And it'll seem more like a song
And less like it's math
When you pull on my hair
And bite me like that
Something more like a song
And less like it's math
When you pull on my hair
And bite me like that
It'll seem more like a song
Yeah, more like song

And the truth is that I can't hardly wait
I don't care if we stay up this late
Don't answer the phone
Don't answer the phone

And it'll seem more like a song
And less like it's math
When you pull on my hair
And bite me like that
It'll seem more like a song
And less like it's math
When you pull on my hair
And bite me like that
And bite me like, scratch me like that.

And the truth is that I can't hardly wait
And it's so bad I can't concentrate
Don't answer the phone
Don't answer the phone

And it'll seem more like a song
And less like it's math
When you pull on my hair
And bite me like that
It'll seem more like a song
And less like it's math
When you pull on my hair
And bite me like that
And bite me like that

Don't waste the water
Don't drink it now
Cause this desert keeps growing
And we might never get out
Besides we're not even moving
We're just standing around
But I must admit
That when it comes to this
I'm as scared as the rest
Feels like somethings hunting me down
It'll end up to be
Like the films that you've seen
Where they they bury the bones
That will never be found

But I do...

The language in the dimmer rooms seems to represent its light source well.
How soft they speak and seem to be at peace with the movement of the music,
and the madness that's pulling me into this.
And the shades of the lamps are woven red.
The light it stains and consecrates,
anointing all forgotten forms that swirl and smoke and haunt this place.
The girls in gowns all nurse the dark, pulling it near to their swelling
breasts,
and watch as it seeps to their hearts, and beats within their virgin chests.
And here I know seduction breeds from wanton hearts that would seduce,
and grows and spreads its vine and leaves, embracing those who might have moved.
But now remain to drink the night from vials black and thick with steam.
Such intoxicating delights would leave you drunk inside this dream.
And you watch them take the light from you.

And you find yourself on a velvet couch,
tasting the skin of a foreign girl.
Her eyes are black and wet like oil,
and she ties your hands with a string of pearls.
And you tremble like a frightened bird,
as she closes in and captures you to place you in a silver cage,
deep within her poisoned womb.
Once you're safe inside,
she might let you out to fly in circles around the room.
But it's always night and there is no moon.

And you wonder if you are alive,
and you're not sure if you want to be.
But you drank her sweat like it was wine.
And you laid with her on a bed of blue,

Let's sail away past the noise of the bay.
Let's sail away past the birth and death of the day.
Let's sail away to where the blues and greens swirl into gray.
Let's sail away past the cradle of these waves.
Let's sail away past the tide and its slow decay.
Let's sail away to where the water goes, some endless open space.
Let's sail away, take only what you need my love and leave the rest behind.
Don't be afraid of where we go my love, I promise we'll be fine now you are the
only one that's mine.
Let's sail away past the reflections of the light.
Let's sail away floating weightless through the night.
Let's sail away like a photograph fading to all white.
It's finally all right, forget all the mistakes my love, they won't be made
again.
Leave the photos in the drawer my love, we no longer need them, we both know
where we've been.

Let's sail away disappearing in the mist.
Let's sail away with a whisper and a kiss