This belongs to Bright Eyes!
This is just an extended version of 'Unregistered''s chords with the Dm fix, and Bridge fix.
Oh, the spaces aren't pauses, I just didn't have room to write the chords.
C/B = x22010
The rain it started tappin on the window near my bed
There was a loophole in my dreamin so I got out of it
And to my surprise my eyes were wide and already open
To my nightstand and my dresser where those nightmares had just been
So I dressed myself and left then, out into the gray streets.
But everything seemed different and completely new to me.
The sky, the trees, houses, buildings, even my own body.
And each person I encountered, I couldn't wait to meet.
I came upon a doctor who appeared in quite poor health.
I said there is nothing I can do for you you can't do for yourself.
He said oh yes you can, just hold my hand, I think that would help.
So I sat with him a while and then I asked him how he felt.
He said, I think I'm cured.
No, in fact, I'm sure.
Thank you Stranger, for your therapeutic smile.
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So that is how I learned the lesson that everyone is alone.
And your eyes must do some raining if you are ever going to grow.
But when crying don't help and you can't compose yourself, It is best to compose a poem.
An honest verse of longing or simple song of hope.
That is why I'm singing Baby don't worry cause now I got your back.
And every time you feel like crying, I'm gonna try and make you laugh.
And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad, then we will wait for it to pass
and I will keep you company through those days so long and black.
And we'll keep working on the problem we know we'll never solve
Of Love's uneven remainders, our lives are fractions of a whole.
But if the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall.
Then I think we would see the beauty then we would stand staring in awe
At our still lives posed
like a bowl of oranges,
like a sto -ry told by the fault lines and the soil.
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I have a friend, he’s mostly made of pain
He wakes up, drives to work and straight back home again
He once cut one of my nightmares out of paper
I thought it was beautiful, I put it on a record cover
And I tried to tell him that he had a sense
Of color and composition so magnificent
And he said thank you, please, but your flattery
It is truly not becoming me
Your eyes are poor, you’re blind, you see
No beauty ever could have come from me
I’m a waste
Of breath, of space, of time
I knew a woman she was dignified and true
Her love for her man was one of her many virtues
Until one day she found out that he had lied
And decided the rest of her life from that point on would be a lie
She was grateful for everything that had happened
And she was anxious for all that would come next
But then she wept, what did you expect
In that big old house with the cars she kept
Such is life, she often said
With one day leading to the next
You get a little closer to your death
Which was fine with her, she never got upset
And with all the days she may have left
She would never clean another mess
Or fold his shirts, or look her best
She was free
To waste away alone
Last night my brother, he got drunk and drove
And this cop, he pulled him off to the side of the road
And he said officer, officer, you’ve got the wrong man
No, no, I’m a student of medicine, a son of a banker, you don’t understand
The cop said No one got hurt, you should be thankful
And your carelessness, it is something awful
And no I can’t just let you go
And though your father’s name is known
Your decisions now are yours alone
You’re nothing but a stepping stone on a path
To debt, to loss, to shame
The last few months I’ve been living with this couple
Yeah, you know the kind who buy everything in doubles
Yeah, they fit together like a puzzle
I love their love and I am thankful
That someone actually receives the prize that was promised
By all those fairy tales that drugged us
And still to me I’m sick, lonely
No laurel tree, just green envy
Will my number come up eventually
Like love’s some kind of lottery
Where you scratch and see what’s underneath
Just one cherry
I’ll play again, get lucky
So now I hang out down by the train's depot
No, I don’t ride, I just sit and watch the people there
They remind me of wind-up cars in motion
They way they spin and turn and jockey for positions
And I wanna scream out that it all is nonsense
Their life’s one track and can’t they see it’s pointless?
But just then my knees give under me
My head feels weak and suddenly
It’s clear to see, it’s not them, but me
Who’s lost my self-identity
And I hide behind these books I read
While scribbling my poetry
Like art could save a wretch like me
With some ideal ideology
That no one could hope to achieve
And I'm never real, it's just a sketch of me
And everything I’ve made is trite and cheap and a waste
So I park my car down by the cathedral
Where the floodlights point up at the steeples
Choir practice is filling up with people
I hear the sound escaping as an echo
Sloping off the ceiling at an angle
When the voices blend they sound like angels
I hope there’s some room still in the middle
But when lift my voice up now to reach them
The range is too high way up in heaven
So I hold my tongue, forget the song
Tie my shoes, start walking off
And try to just keep moving on
With my broken heart and my absent god
And I have no faith but it’s all I want
To be loved
In my soul, in my soul
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