Bowl of Oranges-Bright Eyes

歌手 : Bright Eyes

专辑 : LIFTED or The Story Is in the Soil, Keep Your Ear to the Ground

语种 : 英语

时长 : 04:48

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TXT Bowl of Oranges-Bright Eyes 文本歌词

Bowl of Oranges - Bright Eyes (明亮的眼睛)

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 then 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

I came upon a doctor who appeared in quite poor health

I said "I am terribly sorry but there is nothing I can do for you

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 No 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 is best to compose a poem an honest verse of longing or simple song of hope

That is why I'm singing

Baby don't worry cause now I got your 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 keep working on the problem we know we'll never solve

Of Love's uneven remainders 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