Vārdi: Bright Eyes. The Awful Sweetness Of Escaping Sweat.

We escape from the house
As the day disappears from the sky into night
We became what we wanted to be
Like a dream or a ghost
I collapse out of turn near a house lying still in the grass
And felt the heat from the ground rising up to contract
And expand like a breathe
We escape from that place soaked with sweat and the poison we drank
Fill the bathtub with ice and hope this fever will break
Like a heart, easily...
But I do not recall all the words that were formed
On those wire lips as they greeted me
A promise was made without thought as the temperature climbed
And I started to sink, like the moon tends to do
If you stare at it so long
Then you blink, and it's gone
And we crawl to our sleep with the dawn
And isn't it the same mistake?
And isn't it the same mistake?
And isn't it the same mistake?
It's not much of an escape

We awake in the light feeling hollow and selfishly warm
Close the blinds and retreat, until what is burning is gone
And it's light is away
Then we are back in the dark
Chasing nothing through backyards and trees
You ripped your shirt on a fence, but it didn't get me
Yeah it's fear, makes you slow
And these creatures look crooked
And their shadows cut lines through my face
And the concrete is fire
Where my bare feet are placed in a line next to yours
And I guess I'm not sure, if it's fear that was born
As those awful eyes made their claim on us
I put my hands on the fence
Said your name and I started to climb
And it must have been sweat but I drank it like wine
It was sweet and my mouth was dry
I heard you scream, but I made no reply
I can still taste it now if I try