Bright Eyes - Jetsabel removes the undesirables

My ^Dmbrother finds comfort in ^Acalculators He as^Dmsigns every number a ^Aname He be^Dmlieves that they add up to ^Acertainty And he is up^Dmset with fractions that re^Amain So I ex^Dmamine the maps with my ^Aeyes and at best I can ^Dmtrace with my finger all the ^Away To that ^Dmtown where she went an at^Atempt to forget The ^Dmcracks and the ^Alines of my ^Dmface

So ^DmJetsabel cleaned out the ^Aclosets for me And she ^Dmpiled the boxes in the ^Ahall Tomorrow ^Dmwhen she wakes she'll come ^Atake them away And they ^Dmwill never haunt me ^Aagain But it is ^Dmstill hard to sleep with the ^Amoon's heavy beams I ^Dmrun barefoot to the back^Ayard Just to ^Dmfreeze in my place by the ^Arod iron gate Too a^Dmshamed and a^Afraid to ad^Dmvance

Today I ^Dmwalked through the snow and found a ^Afield of headstones They were in ^Dmrows like the weeks on calen^Adars Where each ^Dmbox is a day that you can ^Aever escape Without ^Dmpills for your ^Apoisonous ^Dmsleep Now, these ^Dmmemories leak from these ^Afaucets that weep Hot ^Dmtears splash against the shower ^Afloor And I ^Dmstand in the steam as if ^Ainside a dream I can ^Dmsee her again by the ^Asink

From be^Dmhind the bathroom mirror she pulls a ^Athermometer And ^Dmplaced it underneath my ^Atounge She said, "You are as ^Dmpale as a sheet, you look ^Aawful my sweet Lay ^Dmdown and wait for the ^Asun" So I ^Dmstayed in that bed, she brought me ^Awater and read Each ^Dmnight from a volume out ^Aloud She whispered ^Dmsoft poetry, her favorite was ^AAnabel Lee And those ^Dmwords, like these drugs, comforted ^Ame

But the clocks kept ^Dmwaving their hands and she could ^Anot understand Why my ^Dmtemperature would never ^Adrop And although she ^Dmpromised with tears that she would ^Aalways be here I heard ^Dmtruth like the ^Asounding ^Dmsea I said, "My ^DmArienette, oh, how ^Asoon you'll forget This ^Dmhouse will never be your ^Ahome And you will ^Dmleave in the fall when the ^Atrees become graves And their ^Dmcolor lie ^Adead in the ^Dmgrass"

^AGold and green ^Db7torture me Like the ^Gbmlies, like the lies, like the lies I be^E7lieve too easily Oh my ^AJetsabel, look at this ^Db7hell that I have made If you ^Gbmwant maybe drop by sometime Put some ^E7flowers on my grave So that I will look ^Abeautiful in my ^Db7silent sepulchur Yeah, that's ^Gbmfine, throw those dresses away I don't want ^E7anything of her^As

^DmFor the moon never ^Ashines ^DmAnd the stars never ^Arise ^DmWithout bringing me ^Adreams ^DmHaunted by the ghosts ^N.C.of those bright eyes