Tekst:
Bright Eyes Letting Off The Happiness

{No it's seven so it's five hours before 1998 Here's the song And the last time I One two three, one two three} Contrast and compare between the busy

As I walked along the beach and drank with her I thought about my true love, the one I really need With eyes that burn so bright, they make me pure They

Is the passion all gone? Or is it still newly wed? If all this heat's doing Is making us stick to the bed Then there is no life to revive But if the

love And I believe we are the same And we'll stay like this, all gold and green The light collects and projects your heart on a movie screen And if you close your eyes

The city has sex with itself I suppose As the concrete collides well, the scenery grows And the lonely once bandaged lay fully exposed They undressed

there is some better place I could be heading towards, where the selfishly sick and self-absorbed are welcome? I saw the future once, I was drunk in a phone booth. My eyes

: The city has sex with itself, I suppose, as the concrete collides where the scenery grows. And the lonely, once-bandaged, lay fully exposed, having

love, and I believe we are the same. And we'll stay like this, all gold and green - light collects, it projects your heart on a movie screen. And if you close your eyes

inside this dream. And you watch them take the light from you. And you find yourself on a velvet couch, tasting the skin of a foreign girl. Her eyes