Tekster: Bright Eyes. The Big Picture.

The picture's far too big to look at kid, your eyes won't open wide enough and you're constantly surrounded by the swirling stream of what is and what was. Well we all make our predictions but the truth still isn't out. But if you wanna see the future go stare into a cloud.
Keep trying to find your way out of that maze of memories, it all sort of looks familiar until you get up close then it's different clearly. But each time you turn a corner, you're right back where you were and your only hope is that forgetting might make a door appear.

Well is it your fear of being buried that makes you so afraid to speak? An avalanche of opinions like the one that fell that I'm now underneath, it was my voice that moved the first rock and I would do it all again. So I mean it's cool if you keep quiet but I like singing.

So I'll be holding my note, stomping and strumming and feeling so very lucky. There is nothing I know except this lifetime's one moment and wishing will just leave me empty.

So you can try and live in darkness but you will never shake the light, no it will greet you every morning and make you more aware with its absence at night when you're wrapped up in your blankets baby, the comfortable cocoon. But I've seen the day of your awakening boy and it's coming soon.

So go ahead and lose yourself in liquor and you can praise the clouded mind but it isn't what you're thinking, it's the course of history, your position in line. You're just a piece of the puzzle, so I think you better find your place and don't go blaming your knowledge on some fruit you ate.

Cause there's been a great deal of discussion about the properties of man. Animal or angel? You were carved from bone but your heart is just sand and the wind is gonna scatter it and cover everything with love. So if it makes you happy then keep kneeling mama but I'm standing up.

Because this veil it has been lifted, my eyes are wet with clarity. I've been a witness to such wonders, I searched for them all across this country but I think I'll be returning now to that town where I was born. Now I understand you must keep moving friend but I'm headed home.

Yeah I'm gonna follow the road and let the scenery sweeping by easily enter my body. Now I'll send you all this message in code, underground, over mountains, through forests and deserts and cities. All across electric wire, it's a baited line, the hooks in deep boys, there's no more time. So you can struggle in the water, be too stubborn to die or you can just let go and be lifted to the sky.