dim just reminded me of one of my favorite Bright Eyes songs....
So that's how I learned the lesson that everyone's alone, and your eyes must do some raining if you're ever gonna to grow.
And when crying don't help and you can't compose yourself it is best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing or a simple song of hope.
That's why I'm singing baby, don't worry cause now I've got your back. And every time you feel like crying, I'm gonna try and make you laugh. And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad, then we will wait for it to pass, and I will keep you company through those days so long and black.
And we'll keep working on the problem we know we'll never solve, of love's uneven remainders, our lives are fractions of a whole.
But if the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall, then I think we would see the beauty then. We would stand staring in awe at our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges, like a story told by the fault lines and the soil.
Always makes my eyes well up a bit and leaves one of those little lumps of appreciation in my throat.