Method Acting

There's no beginning to the story A bookshelf sinks into the sand And a language learned and forgot in turn Is studied once again It's a shocking bit of footage Viewed from a shitty TV screen You can squint at it Just snow and static To make out the meaning And keep on stretching the antenna Hoping that it will come clear We need some reception A higher message Just tell us what to fear Because I don't know what tomorrow brings It's alive with such possibilities All I know is I feel better when I sing Burdens are lifted from me That's my voice rising So Michael please keep the tape rolling Boys keep strumming those guitars We need a record of our failures Yes, we must document our love I have sat too long in my silence I have grown too old in my pain To shed this skin Be born again Oh, it starts with an ending So thank you friends for the time we shared My love stays with you like sunlight and air No, I truly wish I could keep hanging around here My joy is covering me Soon I will disappear It's not a movie No private screening This method acting Well, I call it living It's like a fountain A door has opened We have a problem With no solution but to love And to be loved So I've made peace with the fallen leaves I see their same fate in my own body But I won't be frightened when I'm awoken from this dream And return to that which gave birth to me Gave birth to me, gave birth to me, gave birth to me And the story goes, and the story goes And it goes on and on and on and on It's going on and on and on and on It's going on and on and on and on It's going on and on and on and on It's going on and on and on and on It's going on and on and on and on It's going on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on --- Method Acting - Bright Eyes