Interpret:

Bright Eyes

Album:

The People´s Key

I dreamt of a fever, 
one that would cure me of this cold, 
winter set heart. 
With heat to melt these frozen tears 
and burned with reasons  as to carry on. 
Into these twisted months 
I plunge without a light to follow 
but i swear that i would follow anything 
if it would just get me out of here. 
and so you get six months to adapt 
and then you get two more to leave town. 
in the event that you do adapt 
we still might not want you around. 


and i fell for the promise 
of a life with a purpose 
but i know that that is impossible now. 
and so i drink to stay warm 
and to kill selected memories 
because i just can't think anymore about that 
or about her tonight


i give myself three days to feel better 
or i swear i'll drive right off a fucking cliff 
because if i can't make myself feel better 
then how can i expect anyone else to give a shit 
and i scream for the sunlight 
or a car to take me anywhere 
just get me past this dead and eternal snow 
because i swear that i am dying, 
slowly but its happening 
and if the perfect spring is waiting somewhere 
just take me there 
and lie to me and say it's going to be alright 
its going to be alright, 
yeah you worry too much kid, 
its going to be alright.