Bowl of Oranges - Bright Eyes

The rain, it started tapping on the window near my bed

There was a loophole in my dreaming so I got out of it

And to my surprise my eyes were wide and already open

Just my nightstand and my dresser where those nightmares had just been

So I dressed myself and left then, out into the gray streets

But everything seemed different and completely new to me

The sky, the trees, houses, buildings, even my own body

And each person I encountered, I couldn’t wait to meet

And I came upon a doctor who appeared in quite poor health

I said, «There's nothing I can do for you you can’t do for yourself»

He said, «Oh yes you can, just hold my hand, I think that that would help»

So I sat with him a while, then I asked him how he felt

He said, «I think I’m cured

In fact, I’m sure of it

Thank you, stranger

For your therapeutic smile»

So that’s how I learned the lesson that everyone’s alone

And your eyes must do some raining if you’re ever going to grow

But when crying don’t help, you can’t compose yourself

It’s best to compose a poem

An honest verse of longing or a simple song of hope

That is why I’m singing, baby don’t worry, cause now I got your back

And every time you feel like crying I’m gonna try and make you laugh

And if I can’t, if it just hurts too bad, then we’ll wait for it to pass

And I will keep you company through those days so long and black

And we’ll keep working on the problem we know we’ll never solve

Of love’s uneven remainders, our lives are fractions of a whole

But if the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall

Then I think we’d see the beauty, then we’d stand staring in awe

At our still lives posed

Like a bowl of oranges

Like a story told

By the fault lines and the soil