Bright Eyes - A Spindle, a Darkness, a Fever, and a Necklace Lyrics

"So long everything!" he shoutedThen he ran next door to Margot's house"I'm moving," he said"Where?" asked Margot"Two weeks away," he said"Mitchell, where is that?" asked Margot"It's everywhere I will be after I walk for two weeks," said Mitchell, "I have lived in the same place for a long time, it is time for me to go someplace else""No," said Margot, "You have only lived next door for fifteen years""Sixteen," said Mitchell"Fifteen, sixteen. What's the difference?" said Margot, "I want you to stay next door forever""I can't," said Mitchell, " I do not want to go wake up in the same old bed and eat breakfast in the same old kitchen. Every room in my house is the same old room, because I have lived there too long"You turn on a spindleYou are so much looser nowBut you're not explaining howYou gained such new reposeI touch the clasp of your locketWith its picture heldSome secret you wouldn't tellBut let it choke your neckSo we imagine a darknessWhere all shapes divideSolids changing into lightWith a burst of heat so brightWell fine, don't you do what I want you toYeah, don't degrade yourself the way that I doBecause you don't depend upon all the shitThat I use to make my moods improve"And you look at me and think, same old face, same old tail, same old scales, same old walk, same old talk," said Margot"No," said Mitchell, "I like your face, tail, scales, walk and talk. I like you""I like, like, like you""I like, like, like you too," said MitchellHe walked through the door"I must pack," he saidNear a sea of pianosThere were waves of chordsThat crashed against the shoreIn one huge and useless roarAnd there were girls bringing waterLike a dream they cameTo cool the fever of my brainAnd soothe my burning throatAnd they made me a necklaceHanging beads of sweatOn a string of my regretsAnd placed it around my neckAnd they were singing"Don't you do what you've wanted toYeah, don't destroy yourselfLike those cowards doAnd maybe the sun keeps coming upBecause it has gotten used to youAnd your constant need for proof