Interpret:

Bright Eyes

Album:

I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning

Poison oak, some boyhood bravery 
When a telephone was a tin can on a string 
And I fell asleep with you still talking to me 
You said you weren't afraid to die 


In polaroids you were dressed in women's clothes 
Were you made ashamed, 
why'd you lock them in a drawer? 
I don't think that I ever loved you more 


Then when you turned away 
When you slammed the door 
When you stole the car 
And drove towards Mexico 
And you wrote bad checks 
Just to fill your arm 
I was young enough, I still believed in war 


Well, let the poets cry themselves to sleep 
And all their tearful words will turn back into steam 


But me I'm a single cell 
On a serpents tongue 
There's a muddy field where a garden was 
And I'm glad you got away 
But I'm still stuck out here 
My clothes are soaking wet 
From your brother's tears 


And I never thought this life was possible 
You're the yellow bird that I've been waiting for 


The end of paralysis 
I was a statuette 
Now I'm drunk as hell on a piano bench 
And when I press the keys 
It all gets reversed 
The sound of loneliness makes me happier