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An Attempt to Tip the Scales

This song is by Bright Eyes and appears on the album Fevers and Mirrors (2000).

Did you expect it all to stop
At the wave of your hand?
Like the sun's just gonna drop
If it's night you demand.
Well, in the dark we're just air
So the house might dissolve,
But once we're gone, who's gonna care
If we were ever here at all?
Well, summer's gonna come,
It's gonna cloud our eyes again.
No need to focus
When there's nothing that's worth seeing.

So we trade liquor for blood
In an attempt to tip the scales.
I think you lost what you loved
In that mess of details.
They seemed so important at the time,
But now you can't even recall
Any names, faces, or lines,
It's more the feeling of it all.
Well, winter's gonna end,
I'm gonna clean these veins again
So close to dying that I finally can start living.

Written by:

Conor Oberst