Lirik Lagu Bright Eyes Darkened - Slobberbone
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You say that love is everythingThen you turn around and sing about all your painful momentsHow in the end they didn't care for the memories you sharedYour despair and inner tormentYeah well wait a minute, friend, stop before you beginWe've heard this one beforeSo you're on a downward slide, but you've seen the other sideYou can't ask for moreThe end of summer's in the airDo you remember when you cared about friends and change of seasonAnd a guitar was in your hands, and you played in twenty bandsAnd you never needed no reasonYeah well stop a minute there, why should anyone else care?They've all got holes to plugShe's a shovel in your hands, she's a pail of sandSomeone you once dug
You say you gave it all you could and did everything you shouldAnd you still wound up defeatedAnd all the efforts inbetween don't amount to anythingJust old mistakes repeatedAnd it's probably pretty true but what else you got to do?We've all got time to killShe's the T.V. ad that lied, the drug you hadn't triedShe was a perfect little pill
I've seen your bright eyes darkenEyes that always shoneSo bright I had to close my own
You say you can't live in the pastBut you're driving there so fastHeadlights aimed for drinkingYou'll say "I knew it all along", as the bars they pass alongWith the ground below you sinkingYeah so stop for three or four, they won't card you at the doorThey've seen you there beforeIt's not your favorite place to drink, but a place to stop and thinkMaybe you can't ask for moreSputtering and spent and wondering where it all went:Your dreams and things you wantedYou built a space for them inside where the walls are made with prideEmpty, cold and hauntedYeah but who am I to judge or negotiate your grudgeI should keep my damn mouth closedYou should call them with the news, tell them they
You say you gave it all you could and did everything you shouldAnd you still wound up defeatedAnd all the efforts inbetween don't amount to anythingJust old mistakes repeatedAnd it's probably pretty true but what else you got to do?We've all got time to killShe's the T.V. ad that lied, the drug you hadn't triedShe was a perfect little pill
I've seen your bright eyes darkenEyes that always shoneSo bright I had to close my own
You say you can't live in the pastBut you're driving there so fastHeadlights aimed for drinkingYou'll say "I knew it all along", as the bars they pass alongWith the ground below you sinkingYeah so stop for three or four, they won't card you at the doorThey've seen you there beforeIt's not your favorite place to drink, but a place to stop and thinkMaybe you can't ask for moreSputtering and spent and wondering where it all went:Your dreams and things you wantedYou built a space for them inside where the walls are made with prideEmpty, cold and hauntedYeah but who am I to judge or negotiate your grudgeI should keep my damn mouth closedYou should call them with the news, tell them they
