Paroles: Bright Eyes. When The Curious Girl Realizes She Is Under Glass.

Tomorrow when I wake up I'm finding my brother and making him take me back down to the
water. That lake where we sailed and laughed with our father. I will not desert him. I will not
desert him. No matter how I may wish for a coffin so clean or these trees to undress all their
leaves onto me. I put my face in the dirt and then finally I see the sky that has been avoiding me.
I started this letter I'm going to send it to Ruba. It will be blessed by her eyes on the gulf coast of
Florida. With her feet in the sand and one hand on her swimsuit, she will recite the prayer of my
pen. Saying, ..time take us forward. Relief from this longing, they can land that plane on my
heart I don't care just give me November, the warmth of a whisper in the freezing darkness of
my room. But no matter what I would do in an attempt to replace. All the pills that I take trying to
balance my brain. I have seen the curious girl with that look on her face. So surprised she stares
out form her display case.