Going For The Gold-Bright Eyes

[ti:Going For The Gold] [ar:Bright Eyes] [al:Bright Eyes] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Going For The Gold - Bright Eyes (明亮的眼睛) [00:29.40]There's a voice on the phone [00:39.76]Telling what had happened [00:42.50]Some kind of confusion [00:44.68]More like a disaster [00:47.79] [00:49.10]And it wondered how you were left unaffected [00:54.60] [00:55.61]But you had no knowledge [00:58.72]No the chemicals covered you [01:00.72] [01:01.99]So a jury was formed [01:04.91]As more liquor was poured [01:08.30]No need for conviction [01:10.42]They're not thirsting for justice [01:13.55]But I slept with the lies I keep inside my head [01:20.84]I found out I was guilty [01:22.96]I found out I was guilty [01:27.31]But I won't be around for the sentencing [01:33.83]Cause I'm leaving [01:36.06]On the next airplane [01:40.21]And though I know that my actions are impossible to justify [01:46.64]They seem adequate to fill up my time [01:50.57]But if I could talk to myself [01:56.13]Like I was someone else [01:59.18]Well then maybe I could take your advice [02:04.92] [02:05.46]And I wouldn't act like such an asshole all the time [02:14.42]There's a film on the wall [02:42.00]Makes the people look small [02:44.62]Who are sitting beside it [02:47.24]All consumed in the drama [02:49.80] [02:50.76]They must return to their lives once the hero has died [02:57.18]They will drive to the office [02:59.57]Stopping somewhere for coffee [03:03.33]Where the folk singers poets and playwrights convene [03:09.88]Dispensing their wisdom [03:11.95]Oh dear amateur orators [03:15.18] [03:15.89]They will detail their pain [03:19.26]In some standard refrain [03:22.26]They will recite their sadness [03:24.40]Like it's some kind of contest [03:27.83] [03:29.23]Well if it is I think I am winning it [03:34.45]All beaming with confidence [03:38.02]As I make my final lap [03:41.20]The gold medal gleams [03:43.57]So hang it around my neck [03:46.75]Cause I am deserving it: [03:49.87]The champion of idiots [03:52.99]But a kid carries his walkman on that long bus ride to Omaha [04:00.44]I know a girl who cries when she practices violin [04:03.86] [04:04.75]Cause each note sounds so pure it just cuts into her [04:12.53]And then the melody comes pouring out her eyes [04:19.26]Now to me everything else it just sounds like a lie