An attempt to tip the scales.

En plötslig längtan efter en First Day Of My Life som jag nästan glömt bort, eftersom jag lyssnade sönder den lite efter att ha sett den live samtidigt som alla andra lyssnade på den, får mig att tänka "Jag kommer nog alltid att älska Bright Eyes". Jag kommer alltid att hitta tillbaka.

Tråk.



Well, summer's going to come, it's gonna cloud our eyes again.
No need to focus when there's nothing that's worth seeing.
So we trade liquor for blood in an attempt to tip the scales.
I think you lost what you loved in that mess of details.
They seemed so important at the time
but now you can't even recall any of the names, faces, or lines.
It's more the feeling of it all.
Well, winter is going to end, I'm going to clean these veins again.
So close to dying that I finally can start living