[00:00.00] 作词 : Conor Oberst[00:00.10] 作曲 : Bright Eyes[00:00.21][00:01.59]Here is a scale[00:02.82]Weigh it out and you'll find easily[00:05.19][00:06.41]More than sufficient doubt[00:08.25]That these colors you see[00:09.69][00:10.37]Were picked in advance[00:11.78][00:12.41]By some careful hand[00:13.83][00:14.40]With an absolute concept of beauty[00:17.09][00:18.12]They are smeared and these blurs[00:20.89]Come in random order[00:22.22][00:23.08]And they color the eyes[00:24.81]Of your former lovers[00:26.39][00:27.15]Hers were green like July[00:28.61][00:29.50]Except when she cried they were red[00:32.29][00:35.41]Now I know a disease[00:37.49]That these doctors can't treat[00:39.27][00:40.02]You contract on the day[00:41.98]You accept all you see[00:43.40][00:44.14]Is a mirror and a mirror[00:46.41]Is all it can be[00:47.95][00:48.53]A reflection of something[00:50.06][00:50.77]We're missing[00:51.51][00:53.18]And language just happened[00:54.59][00:55.11]It was never planned[00:56.47][00:57.33]And it's inadequate to describe[00:59.97][01:00.69]Where I am[01:01.82]In the room of my house[01:03.33][01:03.89]Where the light's never been[01:05.57][01:06.42]Waiting for this day to end[01:08.93][01:10.28]And these clocks keep unwinding[01:11.87][01:12.88]And completely ignore[01:14.36][01:15.49]Everything that we hate or adore[01:18.72][01:19.47]Once the page of a calendar[01:21.26][01:21.96]Is turned it's no more[01:23.42][01:24.17]So tell me then[01:25.49]What was it for[01:26.81][01:28.56]Oh tell me[01:30.15]What was it for