Interpret:

Bright Eyes

Album:

The People´s Key

Used to dream of time machines 
Now it's been said we're post-everything 
As a child, imagining 
Neckties and coastlines 
I've seen the show, man, what a sight 
Drenched us in approximated sunlight 
The crowd was small and mostly blind, but kind 
You're too kind 


Now you are how you were when you were real 
Now you are how you were when you were real 


There you go again, on that circular trip 
Lick the solar plexus of some L.A. shaman 
I'm out of breath, I better sit 
Been living hard, living 


All I do is follow, just follow this hollow you around 


I wouldn't waste another thought 
On what is fair and what is not 
The Quinceañera dress she bought 
Was unstitched with bullets 


All the guests in the garden screamed 
Women and tires squealing 
Such opulence, such misery 
Unwinding, unwinding 


All I do is follow, just follow, 
just follow this hollow you around 


Now you are how you were when you were real