Bowl Of Oranges lyrics

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 that 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 awhile

Then I asked him how he felt

He said I think I'm cured

No, 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 gonna grow

And 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's 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 for 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

• Artist:Bright Eyes
• Album:Lifted or the Story Is in the Soil, Keep Your Ear to the Ground