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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