Текст песни Spun Out - Bright Eyes

Out on the ledge, the worst temptation
The great summation ensues
The razor's edge, test my patience
Retaliation, was it worth it at all?

Number 9 on a cloud
Seven rings looking down
At the flames and the crowds
Made my ears ring so loud
Sorrow compounds
Watch the news helicopters spin out

Open the fridge, my emancipation
Proclamation, French rose
I'll make a wish, I'm a kid with cancer
I'm out to pasture, it was spring for a day

21 in a bar
Just 16 with a card
Putting cracks in my heart
Makes it all fall apart
It was doomed from the start
All the house and the strobe lights went dark

I couldn't save you
I can relate to
Nabokov's virtue
Or love's interchangeable parts