Method Acting - Bright Eyes

[sohonestly]

There's no beginning to the story, a bookshelf sinks into the sand,
and a language learned and forgot in turn is studied once again.
It's a shocking bit of footage viewed from a shitty TV screen.
You can squint at it, just snow and static, to make out the meaning.
And keep on stretching the antenna, hoping that it will come clear.
We need some reception, a higher message, just tell us what to fear because
I don't know what tomorrow brings; it's alive with such possibilities.
All I know is I feel better when I sing; burdens are lifted from me.
That's my voice rising.

So Michael please keep the tape rolling, boys keep strumming those guitars.
We need a record of our failures, yes, we must document our love.
I have sat too long in my silence; I have grown too old in my pain
to shed this skin, be born again, oh, it starts with an ending.
So thank you friends for the time we shared.
My love stays with you like sunlight and air.
No, I truly wish I could keep hanging around here.
My joy is covering me.
Soon I will disappear.

It's not a movie, no private screening.
This method acting, well, I call it living.
It's like a fountain. A door has opened.
We have a problem with no solution but to love and to be loved.
So I've made peace with the fallen leaves.
I see their same fate in my own body,
but I won't be frightened when I'm awoken from this dream
and return to that which gave birth to me,
gave birth to me, gave birth to me, gave birth to me.
And the story goes, and the story goes.
And it goes on and on and on and on,
it's going on and on and on and on,
it's going on and on and on and on,
it's going on and on and on and on,
it's going on and on and on and on,
it's going on and on and on and on,
it's going on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on.