Conor Oberst
American singer-songwriter best known for his work in Bright Eyes.
So you say there are spaces, opening wide?
Oh believe me, there's day longer than nights.
And you could be happy, if only you'd try.
But you don't try. No you don't try.
And I never thought this life was possible,You're the yellow bird that I've been waiting for.
Ambition, I’ve found, can lead only to failure. I do not read the reviews. No, I am not singing for you.
But where was it when I first heard that sweet sound of humility?
It came to my ears in the goddamn loveliest melody!
How grateful I was, then, to be part of the mystery,
To love, and to be loved!
Let’s just hope that is enough.
The Bible's blind.
The Torah's deaf.
The Qu'ran is mute.
If you burned them all together you’d get close to the truth
There's a cat in the window, of the house of my lover.
Well she sleeps there alone now, or perhaps with another.
Oh I try no to think about that, I try not to think at all!
And I sing and sing of awful things
The pleasure that my sadness brings.
I know you have a heavy heart, I can feel it when we kiss
So many men stronger than me
Have thrown their backs out trying to lift it
But me I'm not a gamble
You can count on me to split
The love I sell you in the evening by the morning won't exist.
You could be happy, the minute you try.
Why won't you try? Oh won't you try?
In a coma, you don't dream,
you just hope that someone sits with you.
I think your Mom is out front to pick you up.
Don't listen, just leave.