Låttexter: Bright Eyes. Method Acting.

There is 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 out at just snowy 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
It starts with an ending

So thank you friends for the time we shared
My love stays with you like sunlight and air
You know 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 that's open
We have a problem
With no solution but to love
And to be loved

So I've made peace with all the falling leaves
I see their same fate in my own body
But I won't be frightened when I am awoken from this dream
And returned that which
Gave birth to me...

And the story goes
And the story goes
It goes on and on and on...