Interpret:

Bright Eyes

Album:

Noise Floor (Rarities: 1998-2005)

Were you surprised that we never spoke?
Then in the still of the night, when nothing stirs
I woke and I gathered up some clothes
I never planned on this but it's the way it goes
And now it all seems so familiar
Like pages turned on calendars
We get the same twelve months to fuck things up
Year after year
And I can't believe how down I am
Like the well I'm being lowered in, now water stops,
The bucket drops us farther and farther down
Well, I guess that you never knew me
Or at least not well enough
So I fill my gut with dark red wine
Until my brain shuts off and my eyes go blind
You won't see me there in that thick black air, yeah
I'll finally make something disappear
Because I've been practicing disappearing
And I think that I've got it down
But now there is no sun, just a cellar
Nowhere is sky, it's just that black, black dirt
Expanding outwards, just echoes for answers
Not that it matters if it's back or it's forwards
Unhappy lovers with baskets of flowers
Use them as markers
The place where your bed once stood
A time when it still felt good
But you'll get that feeling back
You just need some time to drink
And so I'll fill my gut with that blood red wine
Until my insides swim and my veins unwind
I'll be lying there in that hot white air
Once that something is gone it might never reappear