"And I sing and sing of awful things
The pleasure that my sadness brings
As my fingers press onto the strings"
"Except we keep coming backAnd furthermore, they say that while there is life there is hope. But that is not true - some things are irrevocably lost, even as we continue to live. They are not impossible, but we make them so with every breath.
To this meaning that I lack
He says the choices were given
Now you must live them
Or just not live"
~ Bright Eyes