Текстове на песни: Bright Eyes. Saturday As Usual.

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Virginia is almost sleeping, that night is getting older
There is static on the TV, and she's lying on the sofa
The cats crawl over her
Jenny is in the garage, she's got the car in neutral
She rolls it out so quietly. It's Saturday as usual
It always is...

Me, I'm in my bedroom, drawing in my notebook
Cause my hand thinks I'm an artist, but my heart knows I'm a poet
It's just words, they mean...
So little to me, so little to me...
So little to me, so little to me...

I can't seem to deal with total trust
There is something very wrong with me

Daddy's in the backyard, his hands are getting dirty
And Mum is in the kitchen, and her cake says that I'm thirteen
Another year...

My brother went to college to become a doctor
And if he studies hard enough, he'll end up just like father
Who hates his life...

And me, I'm in the bathroom, crying out my eyelids
Cause it's hard to be a man, when you are scared just like a little kid
The world's become...
A little too mean, little too mean...
A little too mean, little too mean...

And I can't see the point of patient love
When everyone just wants to get fucked