Текст Bright Eyes – The Joy In Forgetting / The Joy In Acceptance

There is a cat in the window,
Of the house of my lover.
Well she sleeps there alone now,
Or perhaps with another.

Oh, I try not to think about that.
I try not to think at all.
I get cocaine from a girl I met,
And my brother buys me alcohol.
And I stay up all night walking through these,
Houses I have grown to hate,
And my parents ask if I’m all right.
I say «I’ve just been staying up too late».
I need to sleep.
I need to do something,
To get this awful weight up off my chest,
And keep her pretty ghost from chasing,
Me…

(From chasing me….)

So, you say there are spaces,
Open and wide.
Believe me there’s days,
Longer than nights.
And you will be happy the minute you try…
But you don’t try.
No you don’t try.

And you speak of a fever,
That burns you inside.
As you explain to your mother,
How you wanted to die.
So she kisses your fingers,

Do you know there are spaces,
Open and wide.
Oh believe me, there’s days,
Longer than nights.
And you will be happy,
If only you’d try.
Oh won’t you try,
Oh won’t you try…