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The rain, it started tapping
on the window near my bed.
There was a loophole in my dreaming,
so I got out of it.
And to my surprise
my eyes were wide and already open.
Just my nightstand and my dresser
where those nightmares had just been.

So I dressed myself and left them,
out into the gray streets.
But everything seemed different
and completely new to me.
The sky, the trees, houses, buildings,
even my own body.
And each person I encountered,
I couldn't wait to meet.

And I came upon a doctor
who appeared in quite poor health.
I said "there is nothing that I can do for you
that you can't do for yourself."
He said "Oh yes you can. Just hold my hand.
I think that would help." So I sat with him a while
and then I asked him how he felt.
He said, "I think I'm cured. In fact, I'm sure.
Thank you stranger, for your therapeutic smile."

So that is how I learned the lesson
that everyone is alone.
And your eyes must do some raining
if you are ever going to grow.
But when crying don't help
and you can't compose yourself,
it's best to compose a poem,
an honest verse of longing or a simple song of hope.
And that's why I'm singing,
"Baby, don't worry, cause now I got you back.
And every time you feel like crying,
I'm gonna try and make you laugh.
And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad,
then we will wait for it to pass,
and I will keep you company
through those days so long and black.
And we'll just keep working on the problem
we know we'll never solve,
of Love's uneven remainder, our lives are fractions of a whole."

But if the world could remain
within a frame like a painting on a wall.
Then I think we would see the beauty then.
We would stand staring in awe
at our still lives posed
like a bowl of oranges,
like a story told
by the fault lines and the soil.

Bright Eyes - Bowl of Oranges

There is a man holding a megaphone,
he must have been the voice of God
The bystanders claimed they saw angels
flying up and down the block
Well, they must have been attached to wires
I'd seen one laying in the lawn
with a broken arm, so I called 911

Well that's one less founded opinion
One more cause for a dispute
So the street filled, like a basin,
up with cameras and their crews
And they washed away the rumors
leaving just the concrete truth
It was a spectacle
No, I, I mean a miracle

So then I fell like that girl
from a balance beam
A gymnasium of eyes
all were holding on to me
I lifted one foot to cross the other
and I felt myself slipping
It was a small mistake
Sometimes that is all it takes

Now I'm staring at my wrist,
hoping that the time is right
When the planets will align
There will be no planets to align
Just the carcass of the sun
And little painted marbles spinning senseless
through an endless black sky

It was in a foreign hotel's bathtub
I baptized myself in change
And one by one I drowned all of the people I had been
I emerged to find the parallels were fewer
I was cleansed
I looked in the mirror
And someone new was there
But, I was as helpless as a chess piece
when I was lifted up by someone's hand
And delivered from the corner
my enemies had got me in
But in all of my salvation
I still felt imprisoned inside that holding cell
that is myself

So I wait for the day when I'll hear the key
as it turns in the lock
And the guard will say to me,
"Oh my patient prisoner
you waited for this day and finally,
you are free!
You are free!
You are freezing."
Now I'm staring at the sun,
waiting for it to explode
Because a day is gonna come,
don't know when but it will come
And we'll finally know the way out of here


And I'll throw away this wrinkled map
And my chart of stars and compass, cracked
And I'll climb that tree all wet with sap
to avoid the hungry beasts below
I'll cut out my lover's tongue and sing
of a graveyard gray and a garden green
And we won't have to worry no more
No we won't have to wonder again
About how this song or story ends
About how this song and story will end

Bright Eyes - From a Balance Beam