Bright Eyes - A Scale, A Mirror, And These Indifferent Clocks Lyrics
Here is a scale. Weigh it out and you will find, easily, more than sufficient doubt that these colorsyou see were picked in advance by some careful hand with an absolute concept of beauty. Theyare smeared and these blurs come in random order to color the eyes of your former lovers. Herswere green like July except when she cried they were red. Now I know a disease that theseDoctors can't treat. You contract it the day you accept all you see is a mirror and a mirror is all itcan be. A reflection of something we're missing. And language just happened, it was neverplanned, and it's inadequate to describe where I am in the room of my house where the light hasnever been waiting for this day to end. And these clocks keep unwinding and completely ignoreeverything that we hate or adore. Once the page of a calendar is turned it's no more. So tell methen, what was it for? Oh tell me, what was it for?