Тексты песен «Bright Eyes»

Is the passion all gone? Or is it still newly-wed? If all this heat's doing Is making us stick to the bed Then there's no life to revive But if the hunger's still there Burried somewhere inside Covered up by the boredom...

Just forget what you cannot replace This sweet day is almost weightless and new So I talk but no one can relate To the fear I had when I was younger Somehow I knew I'd end up empty and alone We all accept in the...

Just forget what you cannot replace This sweet day is almost weightless and new So I talk but no one can relate To the fear I had when I was younger Somehow I knew I'd end up empty and alone We all accept in the...

My friend you were the model A priceless work of art Boys would fashion their emotions to the pattern of your heart And I heard you wrote that record for a girl you loved that died I'm here sewing mine together just...

The sun came up with no conclusions Flowers sleeping in their beds The city's cemetery's humming I'm wide awake, it's morning And I have my drugs, I have my woman They keep away my loneliness My parents, they...

Hey there son of Adam Hey there daughter of Eve Help me sing this tear gas riot song To some fresh faced police They won't even know what hit ?em When they lift their Roman shades When the people's song comes...

Virginia's almost sleeping The night is getting older There's static on the tv She's lying on the sofa The cats crawl over her Jenny's in the garage She's got the car in neutral She rolls it out so quietly It's Saturday...

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...

Two three four Let's go place some money on the order of the horses Break the ribbon of that famous finish line And we'll gather up our stash babe Find a little ranch baby and buy a lonely little pony to ride...

Took the fireworks and the vanity The circuitboard and the city streets Shooting star, swaying palm tree Layed (something) at his feet If I could change my mind, change the paradigm Prepare myself for another life...

I wanna be the surgeon that cuts you open That fixes all of life's mistakes I wanna be the house that you were raised in The only place that you feel safe I wanna be your shower in the morning That wakes you up...

Come on in, my weary friend the welcome here is endless These fears of yours like painted whores they will not stay the night If all your life, you've done what's right, don't say you felt obliged Come along use...

Come on in, My weary friend. The welcome here is endless. These fears of yours like painted whores, They will not stay the night. If all your life, you've done what's right, don't say you felt obliged. Come along use...

She says she's read too many fashion magazines She's forgotten what real love is like And as the basement collects more kids off the street They smoke themselves to death waiting for the band to begin They've been...

Now and again it seems worse than it is, but mostly the view is accurate. You see your breath in the air as you climb up the stairs to that coffin you call your apartment. And you sink in your chair, brush the snow...

There is a middle-aged woman, she's dragging her feet She carries baskets of clothes to a laundromat While the Mexican children kick rocks into the street And they laugh in a language I don't understand But I love...

He always gets so mad things you laugh at. "Don't get so worked up." you'd say. but on the Back deck you admit that you haven't felt much Like laughing lately anyway. And so I say, "that Could change." I noticed...

He always gets so mad things you laugh at "Don't get so worked up," you'd say But on the back deck you admit That you haven't felt much like laughing lately anyway And so I say, "That could change" I noticed how...

See the soul singer in the session band Shredded to ribbons beneath a microphone stand Felt the quickness of pity like a flash in a pan For the soul singer in the session band A red carpet bagger makes a blackberry...

Well, the songs you sung spiraled and hung 'Round like echoes or ripples on a pond And so you circled the globe, spent a year on the road Without ever going home More than a couple of days then you leave right away...