A Scale, A Mirror, And Those Indifferent Clocks

Artists : Bright Eyes : A Scale, A Mirror, And Those Indifferent Clocks

Here is a scale. Weigh it out
And you will find, easily,
More than sufficient doubt
That these colors you see
Were picked in advance
By some careful hand
With an absolute concept of beauty.

They are smeared and these blurs
Come in random order
And they color the eyes
Of your former lovers
Hers were green like July
Except when she cried
They were red.

Now I know a disease
That these doctors can't treat.
You contract on the day you accept all you see
Is a mirror, and a mirror is all it can be,
A reflection of something we're missing.

And language just happened,
It was never planned.
And it's inadequate to describe where I am
In the room of my house
Where the light's never been
Waiting for this day to end.

And these clocks keep unwinding
And completely ignore
Everything that we hate or adore
Once the page of a calendar
Is turned it's no more
So tell me then what was it for?
Oh tell me, what was it for?