Bright Eyes: An Attempt to Tip the Scales

      C                Em
Did you expect it all to stop
     F            G
at the wave of your hand?

       C                    Em
Like the sun is just going to drop
      F         G
if it’s night you demand.


       C                    Em
Well, in the dark we are just air
      F         G
so the house might dissolve.
       C                    Em
But once we are gone, who is gonna care
            F          G
if we were ever here at all?


F
Well, summer is going to come
             G                     Em
and it’s gonna cloud our eyes again.

There is not need to focus
            F                     G
when there is nothing that it worth seeing.


       C                    Em
So we trade liquor for blood
      F         G
in an attempt to tip the scales.
       C                    Em
I think you lost what you loved
      F         G
in that mess of details.


       C                    Em
They seemed so important at the time
      F         G
but now you can’t even recall
       C                    Em
any of the names, faces, or lines.
      F         G
It is more the feeling of it all.


F
Well, winter is going to end and
             G                     Em
I’m going to clean these veins again.
                               F
So close to dying that I finally can
      G
start living.


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