Bowl Of Oranges Lyrics - Lifted Or The Story Is In The Soil, Keep Your Ear To The Ground - Bright Eyes

The rain, it started tappin' on the window near my bed 

There was a loophole in my dreamin', 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 is nothing that I can do for you, you can 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 then I asked him how he felt 

He said, "I think I'm cured, in fact I'm sure" 

Thank you stranger, "For your therapeutic smile" 

So that's how I learned the lesson that everyone is alone 

And your eyes must do some rainin' if you are ever gonna grow 

When cryin' don't help you can't compose yourself 

It's best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing 

Or simple song of hope 

That's why I'm singin', baby don't worry, 'cause now I got your back 

And every time you feel like cryin', I'm gonna try and make you laugh 

And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad, then we will 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 would see the beauty then, we would 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