Bright Eyes Jetsabel Removes The Undesireables Lyrics

Jetsabel Removes The Undesireables Lyrics

My brother finds comfort in calculators.  He assigns every number a name.

He believes that they add up to certainty and he is upset with 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
moons

heavy beams.  I run barefoot to the backyard, just to freeze in my place by the


rod 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 you 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 under my tounge.  



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

Anabel 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'll forget this house will never be your home.  And you will leave in the
fall 

when the trees become graves and their color lie dead in the grass."  Gold
and 

green torture me like the lies i believe too 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 sepulchur.  Yeah thats 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.