An Attempt To Tip The Scales
Bright Eyes: An Attempt to Tip the Scales
C Em Did you expect it all to stop
F G at the wave of your hand?
C Em Like the sun is just going to drop
F G if its night you demand.
C Em Well, in the dark we are just air
F G so the house might dissolve.
C Em But once we are gone, who is gonna care
F G if we were ever here at all?
F Well, summer is going to come
G Em and its gonna cloud our eyes again.
There is not need to focus
F G when there is nothing that it worth seeing.
C Em So we trade liquor for blood
F G in an attempt to tip the scales.
C Em I think you lost what you loved
F G in that mess of details.
C Em They seemed so important at the time
F G but now you cant even recall
C Em any of the names, faces, or lines.
F G It is more the feeling of it all.
F Well, winter is going to end and
G Em Im going to clean these veins again.
F So close to dying that I finally can
G start living.
C Em F G
