Текст песни A Scale, A Mirror, And Those Indifferent Clocks - Companion Version - Bright Eyes

Here is a scale
Weigh it out and you'll 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 I made her cry 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 we hate or adore
Once the page of a calendar is turned, it's no more
Tell me then, what was it for?
Tell me then, what was it for?

Gotta tell me
Gotta tell me
Gotta tell me
She gotta tell me
Gotta tell me
Ah, she gotta tell me
She gotta tell me
She gotta tell me
I'll tell you