A Scale, A Mirror, And Those Indifferent Clocks (Companion Version) Bright Eyes

[Verse 1: Conor Oberst]
Here's a scale, weigh it out, you'll find, easily
More than sufficient doubt these colors, you see
Were picked in advance by some careful hand
With an absolute concept of beauty

[Verse 2: Conor Oberst]
They are smeared and these blurs come in random order
They color the eyes of your former lovers
Hers were green like July
Except when I made her cry they were red

[Verse 3: Conor Oberst]
Now I know a disease these doctors can't treat
You contract on the day you accept all you see
Is a mirror and a mirror is all it can be
A reflection of something we're missing

[Verse 4: Conor Oberst]
Language just happened, it was never planned
It's inadequate to describe where I am
In the room of my house where the light's never been
Waiting for this day to end

[Verse 5: Conor Oberst & Phoebe Bridgers]
And these clocks keep unwinding and completely ignore
Everything we hate or adore
Once the page of a calendar is turned, it's no more
Tell me then, what was it for?
Tell me love, what was it for?