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
