Gold Mine Gutted - Bright Eyes (明亮的眼睛)

It was Don Delillo whiskey

And a blinking midnight clock

Speakers on a TV stand

Just a turntable to watch

Only smoke came out our mouths

On all those hooded sweat shirt walls

We were a stroke of luck

You were a gold mine that gutted us

And from the sidelines

You'd seen me run

Until I'm out of breath

Living the good life I left for dead

The sorrowful Midwest

Well I did my best

To keep my head

It was grass stain jeans and incompletes

And a girl from class to touch

But you think about yourself too much

And you ruin who you love

Well all these claims at consciousness

My straight on freedom

Let's have a nice clean cut

Like a bag we buy and divy up

And from the sidelines I see you run

Until you're out of breath

And all those white lines

That sped us up

We hurried to our death

Well I lagged behind

So you got ahead