Bright Eyes - I Believe in Symmetry - 7 скачать видео бесплатно

Some plans were made and rice was thrown

A house was built, a baby born

How time can move both fast and slow

Amazes me

And so I raise my glass to symmetry

To the second hand and its accuracy

To the actual size of everything

The desert is the sand

You can't hold it in your hand

It won't bow to your demands

There's no difference you can make

There's no difference you can make

And if it seems like an accident

A collage of senselessness

You aren't looking hard enough

I wasn't looking hard enough

An argument for consciousness

The instinct of the blind insect

Who makes love to the flower bed

And dies in the first freeze

Oh I want to learn such simple things

No politics, no history

Till what I want and what I need

Can finally be the same

I just got myself to blame

Leave everything up to fate

When there's choices I could make

When there's choices I could make

Yeah, my heart needs a polygraph

Always so eager to pack my bags

When I really wanna stay

When I really wanna stay

When I wanna stay (x4)

The arc of time, the stench of sex

The innocence you can't protect

Each quarter note, each marble step

Walk up and down that lonely treble clef

Each wanting the next one

Each wanting the next one to arrive

Each wanting the next one

Each wanting the next one to arrive

An argument for consciousness

The instinct of the blind insect

Who never thinks not to accept its fate

That's faith, there's happiness in death

You give to the next one

You give to the next on down the line

You give to the next one

You give to the next on down the line

The levity of longing that

Distills each dream inside my head

By morning watered down forget

On silver stars I wish and wish and wish

From one to the next one

From one to the next right down the line

From one to the next one

From one to the next right down the line

You give to the next one

You give to the next on down the line

You give to the next one

You give to the next on down the line