An Attempt to Tip the Scales- Bright Eyes

Well, summer is going to come and it’s gonna cloud our eyes again
There is not need to focus when there is nothing that it worth
seeing
So we trade liquor for blood in an attempt to tip the scales
I think you lost what you loved in that mess of details
They seemed so important at the time but now you can’t even recall
Any of the names, faces, or lines, it is more the feeling of it all Well, winter is going to end and I’m going to clean these veins again
So close to dying that I finally can start living