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Were you surprised that we never spoke?
Then in the still of the night, when nothing stirs
I woke and I gathered up some clothes
I never planned on this but it's the way it goes
And now it all seems so familiar
Like pages turned on calendars
We get the same twelve months to fuck things up
Year after year
And I can't believe how down I am
Like the well I'm being lowered in, now water stops,
The bucket drops us farther and farther down
Well, I guess that you never knew me
Or at least not well enough
So I fill my gut with dark red wine
Until my brain shuts off and my eyes go blind
You won't see me there in that thick black air, yeah
I'll finally make something disappear
Because I've been practicing disappearing
And I think that I've got it down
But now there is no sun, just a cellar
Nowhere is sky, it's just that black, black dirt
Expanding outwards, just echoes for answers
Not that it matters if it's back or it's forwards
Unhappy lovers with baskets of flowers
Use them as markers
The place where your bed once stood
A time when it still felt good
But you'll get that feeling back
You just need some time to drink
And so I'll fill my gut with that blood red wine
Until my insides swim and my veins unwind
I'll be lying there in that hot white air
Once that something is gone it might never reappear
Then in the still of the night, when nothing stirs
I woke and I gathered up some clothes
I never planned on this but it's the way it goes
And now it all seems so familiar
Like pages turned on calendars
We get the same twelve months to fuck things up
Year after year
And I can't believe how down I am
Like the well I'm being lowered in, now water stops,
The bucket drops us farther and farther down
Well, I guess that you never knew me
Or at least not well enough
So I fill my gut with dark red wine
Until my brain shuts off and my eyes go blind
You won't see me there in that thick black air, yeah
I'll finally make something disappear
Because I've been practicing disappearing
And I think that I've got it down
But now there is no sun, just a cellar
Nowhere is sky, it's just that black, black dirt
Expanding outwards, just echoes for answers
Not that it matters if it's back or it's forwards
Unhappy lovers with baskets of flowers
Use them as markers
The place where your bed once stood
A time when it still felt good
But you'll get that feeling back
You just need some time to drink
And so I'll fill my gut with that blood red wine
Until my insides swim and my veins unwind
I'll be lying there in that hot white air
Once that something is gone it might never reappear
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Track duration: 03:08
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Were you surprised that we never spoke?
Then in the still of the night, when nothing stirs
I woke, and I gathered up some clothes
I never planned on this but it's the way it goes
And now it all seems too familiar
Like pages turned on calendars
We get the same twelve months to fuck things up
Year after year
And I can't believe how down I am
Like a well I'm being lowered in, now water stops,
The bucket drops us farther and farther down
Farther and farther down
Well, I guess that you never knew me
Or at least not well enough
And so I fill my gut with dark red wine
Until my brain shuts off and my eyes go blind
You won't see me there in that thick black air, yeah
I'll finally make something disappear
Because I've been practicing disappearing
And I think that I've got it down
But now there is no sun, just a cellar
Nowhere is sky, it's just that black, black dirt, yeah
Now there is no sun, it’s just a cellar
Nowhere is sky, just that black, black, black, black dirt
Expanding outwards, just echoes for answers
Not that it matters if it's back or it's forwards
Unhappy lovers with baskets of flowers
Use them as markers
The place where your bed once stood
At the time when it still felt good
But you'll get that feeling back
Yeah, you just need some time to think
And to add up they’ll get it straight in your mind
But to calculate costs, that may take some time
But I’m sure you’ll get to feeling better
Yeah, I just need some time to drink
And so I'll fill my gut with that blood red wine
Until my insides swim and my veins unwind
I'll be lying there in that hot white air
Once that something is gone it might never reappear
It might never reappear
It might never reappear
It might never reappear
"So I fill my gut with dark red wine
Until my brain shuts off and my eyes go blind"
I think he's referencing medication, because there's a common type of antidepressant (known as MAOIs) which come with really really strict dietary guidelines. You can't eat certain foods high in tyramine, because the MAOI keeps you from processing it correctly. So you can really easily die by eating normal food.
Red wine is really high in tyramine.
The lyrics to The Vanishing Act by Bright Eyes are wrong.
These are the correct lyrics.
Were you surprised that we never spoke?
Then in the still of the night, when nothing stirs
I woke and I gathered up some clothes
I never planned on this but it's the way it goes
And now it all seems so familiar
Like pages turned on calendars
We get the same twelve months to fuck things up
Year after year
And I can't believe how down I am
Like the well I'm being lowered in, now water stops,
The bucket drops us farther and farther down
Well, I guess that you never knew me
Or at least not well enough
So I fill my gut with dark red wine
Until my brain shuts off and my eyes go blind
You won't see me there in that thick black air, yeah
I'll finally make something disappear
Because I've been practicing disappearing
And I think that I've got it down
But now there is no sun, just a cellar
Nowhere is sky, it's just that black, black dirt
Expanding outwards, just echoes for answers
Not that it matters if it's back or it's forwards
Unhappy lovers with baskets of flowers
Use them as markers
The place where your bed once stood
A time when it still felt good
But you'll get that feeling back
Yeah, You just need some time to think
And to add up the hell, get is straight in your mind
But to calculate costs, that may take some time
But im sure youll get to feeling better
Yes I just need some time to drink
And so I'll fill my gut with that blood red wine
Until my insides swim and my veins unwind
I'll be lying there in that hot white air
Once that something is gone it might never reappear
lts everyone else that should disapear.