Bright Eyes - I Believe In Symmetry - (with Nick Zinner) Тексты

Some plans were made and rice was thrown
A house was built, a baby born
How time can move both fast and slow amazes me
So I raise my glass to symmetry
To the second hand and its accuracy
To the actual size of everything
The desert is the sand
You can't hold it in your hand
It won't bow to your demand
There's no difference you can make, there's no difference you can make
And if it seems like an accident
A collage of senselessness
Then you weren't looking hard enough
I wasn't looking hard enough at it
An argument for consciousness
The instinct of the blind insect
Who makes love to the flower bed, and dies in the first freeze
Oh, I want to learn such simple things
No politics, no history, till what I want and what I need can finally be the same
I just got myself to blame
Leave everything up to fate
When there's choices I could make, when there's choices I could make
And now my heart needs a polygraph, always so eager to pack my bags
When I really want to stay, when I really want to stay
When I want to stay, when I want to stay
I don't want to stay, I don't want to stay
The arc of time, the stench of sex
The innocence you can't protect
Each quarter step, each marble note
Walk up and down that lonely trebel cleft
Each wanting the next one
Each wanting the next one to arrive
Each wanting the next one
Each wanting the next one to arrive
Argument for conciousness, the instinct of the blind insect
Who never thinks not to accept its fate, that's faith, that's happiness in death
You give to the next one
you give to the next on down the line
You give to the next one
You give to the next on down the line
The levity of longing that distills each dream inside my head
My morning watered down forget
On silver stars I wish and wish and wish
Move on to the next one
Move on to the next one down the line
Move on to the next one
Move on to the next one down the line
You get to the next one
You get to the next on down the line
You get to the next one
You get to the next on down the line