Tytuł: A scale, A Mirror And Those Indifferent Clocks

• Wykonawca: Bright Eyes
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Here is a scale. Weigh it out and you will find, easily, more than sufficient doubt that these colors
  you see were picked in advance by some careful hand with an absolute concept of beauty. They
  are smeared and these blurs come in random order to color the eyes of your former lovers. Hers
  were green like July except when she cried they were red. Now I know a disease that these
  Doctors can't treat. You contract it the day you accept all you see is a mirror and a mirror is all it
  can be. A reflection of something we're missing. And language just happened, it was never
  planned, and it's inadequate to describe where I am in the room of my house where the light has
  never been waiting for this day to end. And these clocks keep unwinding and completely ignore
  everything that we hate or adore. Once the page of a calendar is turned it's no more. So tell me
  then, what was it for? Oh tell me, what was it for?