Jetsabel Removes The Undesirables Lyrics - Bright Eyes

My brother finds comfort in calculators 

He assigns every number a name 

He believes that they add up to certainty 

And he's upset with the fractions that remain 

So I examine these maps with my eyes 

And at best, I can trace with my finger all the way 

To that town where she went an attempt to forget 

The cracks and the lines of my face 

So Jetsabel cleaned out the closets for me 

And she piled the boxes in the hall 

Tomorrow when she wakes she'll come take them away 

And they will never haunt me again 

But it is still hard to sleep with the moon's heavy beams 

I run barefoot to the backyard 

Just to freeze in my place by the wrought iron gate 

Too afraid and ashamed to advance 

Today I walked through the snow 

And found a field of headstones 

They were in rows like the weeks on calendars 

Where each box is a day that you can ever escape 

Without pills for your poisonous sleep 

These memories leak from these faucets that weep 

Hot tears splash against the shower floor 

And I stand in the steam as if inside a dream 

I can see her again by the sink 

From behind the bathroom mirror she pulls a thermometer 

And placed it underneath my tongue 

She said, You are as pale as a sheet, you look awful my sweet 

Lay down and wait for the sun 

So I stayed in that bed, she brought me water 

And read each night from a volume out loud 

She whispered soft poetry 

Her favorite was 'Annabel Lee' 

And those words, like these drugs, comforted me 

But the clocks kept waving their hands 

And she could not understand 

Why my temperature would never drop 

And although she promised with tears 

That she would always be here 

I heard truth like the sounding sea 

I said, My Arienette, oh, how soon you forget 

This house will never be your home 

And you will leave in the fall when the trees become graves 

And their colors lie dead in the grass 

Gold and green torture me like the lies I believe so easily 

Oh my Jetsabel, look at this hell that I have made 

If you want maybe drop by sometime 

Put some flowers on my grave 

So that I will look beautiful in my silent sepulcher 

Yeah, that's fine, throw those dresses away 

I don't want anything of hers 

For the moon never shines and the stars never rise 

Without bringing me dreams 

Haunted by the ghosts of those bright eyes