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 grey streets,
But everything seemed different,
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.
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 would help."
So I sat with him a while,
And then I asked him how he felt.
He said, "I think I'm cured.
No, in fact, I'm sure.
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 gonna grow.
But when crying don't help
And you can't compose yourself.
It's best to compose a poem,
An honest verse of longing
Or 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.

-Bright Eyes