Lua, by Bright Eyes || Unpacked

by practicalspactical

I know that it is freezing, but I think we have to walk
I keep waving at the taxis, they keep turning their lights off
But Julie knows a party at some actor’s West side loft
Supplies are endless in the evening by the morning they’ll be gone

december in the city … walking down the long avenue … black cars driving by
red lights pull away … your hair is thin but beautiful …
the buzzing in my nose … behind my eyes …
exciting irritation … quick glances, back, forth …
limbs are stretched and tired … hidden behind the buzz of several amphetamines.

When everything is lonely I can be my own best friend
I’ll get a coffee and the paper, have my own conversations
with the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection
The mask I polish in the evening by the morning looks like shit

Don’t I know it — the sweet and easy lonely breakfast — newspaper and a television in a small apartment — it isn’t necessarily happiness, but it’s close — alone with your self, your thoughts, and your world — pure in the morning — can I string words together and make a sentence? can I read these words and hang them like tinsel on my mind? Who is Northrop Frye?

And I know you have a heavy heart, I can feel it when we kiss
So many men stronger than me have thrown their backs out trying to lift it
But me I’m not a gamble, you can count on me to split
The love I sell you in the evening by the morning won’t exist

You’re looking skinny like a model with your eyes all painted black
Just keep going to the bathroom, always say you’ll be right back
Well, it takes one to know one, kid, I think you’ve got it bad
But what’s so easy in the evening by the morning’s such a drag

I got a flask inside my pocket, we can share it on the train
And if you promise to stay conscious I will try and do the same
We might die from medication, but we sure killed all the pain
But what was normal in the evening by the morning seems insane

And I’m not sure what the trouble was that started all of this
The reasons all have run away, but the feeling never did
It’s not something I would recommend, but it is one way to live
Cause what is simple in the moonlight by the morning never is

It was so simple in the moonlight now it’s so complicated
It was so simple in the moonlight, so simple in the moonlight
So simple in the moonlight…