Phoebe Bridgers
A Scale, A Mirror, And Those Indifferent Clocks (Companion Version)
[Verse 1: Conor Oberst]
Here's a scale, weigh it out, you'll find, easily
More than sufficient doubt these colors, you see
Were picked in advance by some careful hand
With an absolute concept of beauty
[Verse 2: Conor Oberst]
They are smeared and these blurs come in random order
They color the eyes of your former lovers
Hers were green like July
Except when I made her cry they were red
[Verse 3: Conor Oberst]
Now I know a disease these doctors can't treat
You contract on the day you accept all you see
Is a mirror and a mirror is all it can be
A reflection of something we're missing
[Verse 4: Conor Oberst]
Language just happened, it was never planned
It's inadequate to describe where I am
In the room of my house where the light's never been
Waiting for this day to end
[Verse 5: Conor Oberst & Phoebe Bridgers]
And these clocks keep unwinding and completely ignore
Everything we hate or adore
Once the page of a calendar is turned, it's no more
Tell me then, what was it for?
Tell me love, what was it for?
[Outro: Conor Oberst]
Gotta tell me
Gotta tell me
Gotta tell me
She gotta tell me
Gotta tell me
Hah, she gotta tell me
She gotta tell me
She gotta tell me
I'll tell you