Let the Poets Cry Themselves to Sleep

I can never get enough of Bright Eyes. Just in case this is the last song for a while, I'll end with who I began with.

Download mp3: Bright Eyes - Poison Oak.

Poison Oak

Poison oak, some boyhood bravery/When the telephone was a tin can on a string/And I fell asleep with you still talking to me/You said you weren't afraid to die/In polaroids you were dressed in women's clothes/Were you made ashamed, why'd you lock them in a drawer?/Well, I don't think that I ever loved you more
Than when you turned away, when you slammed the door/When you stole the car and drove towards Mexico/And you wrote bad checks just to fill your arm/I was young enough, I still believed in war
Well let the poets cry themselves to sleep
And all their tearful words will turn back into steam
But me, I'm a single cell on a serpent's tongue/There's a muddy field where a garden was/And I'm glad you got away but I'm still stuck out here/My clothes are soaking wet from your brother's tears
And I never thought this life was possible/You're the yellow bird that I've been waiting for
The end of paralysis, I was a statuette/Now I'm drunk as hell on a piano bench/And when I press the keys it all gets reversed/The sound of loneliness makes me happier