Interpret:

Bright Eyes

Album:

I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning

The sun came up with no conclusion 
Flowers sleeping in their beds 
This city's cemetery's humming 
I’m wide-awake, it’s morning 


I have my drugs, I have my woman 
They keep away my loneliness 
My parents have they have their religion 
But sleep in separate houses 


I read the body count out of the paper 
And now it’s written all over my face 
No one ever plans to sleep out in the gutter 
Sometimes that’s just the most comfortable place 


So I’m drinking, breathing, writing, singing 
Everyday I'm on the clock 
My mind races with all my longings 
But cant keep up with what I got 


I hope I don’t sound too ungrateful 
What history gave modern man 
A telephone to talk to strangers 
Machine guns and a camera lens 


So when you’re asked to fight a war that’s over nothing 
It’s best to join the side that’s gonna win 
And no one’s sure how all of this got started 
But we’re gonna make them goddam certain 
how its gonna end 
Oh ya we will, oh ya we will! 


Well I could have been a famous singer 
If I had someone else’s voice 
But failure’s always sounded better 
Lets fuck it up boys, make some noise! 


The sun came up with no conclusion 
Flowers sleeping in their beds 
This city's cemetery's humming 
I’m wide-awake, it’s morning