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Bright Eyes - A Collection of Songs Written and Recorded 1995–1997 - The Awful Sweetness of Escaping Sweat
A Collection of Songs Written and Recorded 1995–1997
01. The Invisible Gardener
02. Patient Hope in New Snow
03. Saturday as Usual
04. Falling Out of Love at This Volume
05. Exaltation on a Cool Kitchen Floor
06. The Awful Sweetness of Escaping Sweat
07. Puella Quam Amo Est Pulchra
08. Driving Fast Through a Big City at Night
09. How Many Lights Do You See?
10. I Watched You Taking Off
11. A Celebration Upon Completion
12. Emily, Sing Something Sweet
13. All of the Truth
14. One Straw (Please)
15. Lila
16. A Few Minutes on Friday
17. Supriya
18. Solid Jackson
19. Feb. 15th
20. The ‘Feel Good’ Revolution
We escape from the house
As the day disappears from the sky
Into night
We became what we wanted to be
Like a dream or a ghost

I collapse out of turn
Near a house
Lying still in the grass and felt the heat from the ground
Rising up to contract and expand like a breath

We escape from that place
Soaked with sweat and the poison we drank
Fill the bathtub with ice and hope this fever will break
Like a heart
Easily

But I do not recall all the words that were formed
On those wired lips as they greeted me
A promise was made without thought as the temperature climbed
And I started to sink like the moon
Tends to do if you stare at it too long
Then you blink and it's gone

And we crawl to our sleep with the dawn, take
And isn't it the same mistake?

And isn't it the same mistake?

And isn't it the same mistake?
It's not much of an escape

And isn't it the same?

I awake in the light feeling hollow and selfishly warm
Close the blinds and retreat until what is burning is gone
And it's light is away
Then we are back in the dark
Chasing nothing through backyards and trees
You ripped your shirt on a fence but it didn't get me
Yeah, it's fear
It makes you slow

And these creatures look crooked
Their shadows cut lines through my face and the concrete is fire
Where my bare feet are placed
In a line next to yours

And I guess I'm not sure if it's fear that was born
As those awful eyes made their claim on us
I put my hands on the fence
Said your name
And I started to climb

And it must have been sweat but I drank it like wine
It was sweet and my mouth was dry
I heard you scream but I made no reply
I can still taste it now if I try