Texty: Bright Eyes. Go Find Yourself A Dry Place.

I wish there was something I could do for you
I wish there were some words I could say
But I know that you thought it out so well
And I know there is nothing I should say
Figured it all out, figured it all out

And nothing stands up to biology
And truth is built on shaky ground
Depression's all I get from philosophy
And do I really, do I really want the truth I've found?

Who's to blame, the educated remains of dead scholars?
So tell me what's the point of surviving
Why do we try so hard to stay alive?

We know that nothing we do really matters
And it, it will wash away with time
It'll wash away with time, wash away with time

But there's a feeling I get when the amp is loud enough
And there's a feeling I get when she smiles at me
And there's a feeling I get when I'm staying awake with you, girl
Stay awake with you and that is all there is, and that is all I need

Someday you'll see that is truth
The body grows tired when no sleep can mend it
And time has chased and killed all of our friends

There's no place left in the sky for them to send us
To just lay down and let the light come through the doors
Cover up our dreams, cover up the years
As you take, our bodies will make the raspberries grow