Gold Mine Gutted-Bright Eyes

[00:31.457]It was Don DeLillo, whiskey, me [00:34.707]And a blinking midnight clock [00:38.208]Speakers on a TV stand [00:41.209]Just a turntable to watch [00:44.457]And the smoke came out our mouths [00:46.926]On all those hooded sweatshirt walks [00:50.934]We were a stroke of luck [00:55.675]We were a gold mine, they gutted us [00:58.678] [01:01.677]And from the sidelines you see me run [01:06.682]Until I'm out of breath [01:10.924]Living the good life, I left for dead [01:16.439]The sorrowful Midwest [01:20.928]Well I did my best... [01:24.425]To keep my head [01:26.935] [01:51.437]It was grass stained jeans and incompletes [01:54.683]And a girl from class to touch [01:57.934]But you think about yourself too much [02:00.925]And you ruin who you love [02:04.673]Well all these claims at consciousness [02:07.430]My stray dog freedom [02:10.675]Let's have a nice clean cut [02:15.679]Like a bag we buy and divvy up [02:18.675] [02:21.669]And from the sidelines, I see you run [02:26.686]Until you're out of breath [02:31.178]And all those white lines that sped us up [02:36.428]We hurried to our death [02:41.180]Well I lagged behind... [02:44.425]So you got ahead