Bright Eyes - Jetsabel Removes the Undesirables lyrics
[Bright Eyes - Jetsabel Removes the Undesirables lyrics]
My brother finds comfort in calculators
He assigns every number a name
He believes that they add up to certainty and
He is upset with fractions that remain
So I examine these maps with my eyes and
At best I can trace with my
Finger all the way to that town
Where she went an attempt
To forget the cracks and the lines of my face
So Jetsabel cleaned out the
Closets for me and
She piled the boxes in the hall
Tomorrow when she wakes she'll
Come take them away
And they will never haunt me again
But it is still hard to sleep
With the moons heavy beams
I run barefoot to the backyard
Just to freeze
In my place by the wrought iron gate
Too afraid and ashamed to advance
Today I walked through the snow and
Found a field of headstones
They were in rows like the
Weeks on calendars where each
Box is a day that you can never escape
Without pills or the poison of sleep
These memories leak from these
Faucets that weep
Hot tears splash against the shower
Floor and I stand
In the steam as if inside a dream -
I can see her again by the
Sink from behind the bathroom
Mirror she pulls a thermometer and
Placed it under my tongue
She said "you are as pale as a sheet
You look awful my sweet lay down
And wait for the sun"
So I stayed in that bed she brought me water
And read each night from a volume out loud
She whispered soft poetry
Her favorite was Anabel Lee and those words
Like these drugs comforted me
But the clocks kept waving their
Hands and she could
Not understand why my temperature
Would never drop
And although she promised with tears
That she would always
Be here I heard truth like the sounding sea
I said, "My Arienette
Oh how soon you'll forget this house
Will never be your home
And you will leave in the
Fall when the trees become
Graves and their color lie dead in the grass"
Gold and green torture me like the
Lies I believe too easily
Oh my Jetsabel
Look at this hell that I have made
If you want maybe drop by sometime
Put some flowers on my grave
So that I will look beautiful
In my silent sepulchre
Yeah that's fine throw those dresses away
I don't want anything of hers
For the moon never shines and the stars
Never rise without bringing me dreams
Haunted by the ghosts of those bright eyes
He assigns every number a name
He believes that they add up to certainty and
He is upset with fractions that remain
So I examine these maps with my eyes and
At best I can trace with my
Finger all the way to that town
Where she went an attempt
To forget the cracks and the lines of my face
So Jetsabel cleaned out the
Closets for me and
She piled the boxes in the hall
Tomorrow when she wakes she'll
Come take them away
And they will never haunt me again
But it is still hard to sleep
With the moons heavy beams
I run barefoot to the backyard
Just to freeze
In my place by the wrought iron gate
Too afraid and ashamed to advance
Today I walked through the snow and
Found a field of headstones
They were in rows like the
Weeks on calendars where each
Box is a day that you can never escape
Without pills or the poison of sleep
These memories leak from these
Faucets that weep
Hot tears splash against the shower
Floor and I stand
In the steam as if inside a dream -
I can see her again by the
Sink from behind the bathroom
Mirror she pulls a thermometer and
Placed it under my tongue
She said "you are as pale as a sheet
You look awful my sweet lay down
And wait for the sun"
So I stayed in that bed she brought me water
And read each night from a volume out loud
She whispered soft poetry
Her favorite was Anabel Lee and those words
Like these drugs comforted me
But the clocks kept waving their
Hands and she could
Not understand why my temperature
Would never drop
And although she promised with tears
That she would always
Be here I heard truth like the sounding sea
I said, "My Arienette
Oh how soon you'll forget this house
Will never be your home
And you will leave in the
Fall when the trees become
Graves and their color lie dead in the grass"
Gold and green torture me like the
Lies I believe too easily
Oh my Jetsabel
Look at this hell that I have made
If you want maybe drop by sometime
Put some flowers on my grave
So that I will look beautiful
In my silent sepulchre
Yeah that's fine throw those dresses away
I don't want anything of hers
For the moon never shines and the stars
Never rise without bringing me dreams
Haunted by the ghosts of those bright eyes