A Scale, A Mirror, And Those Indifferent Clocks (Companion Version)

Here is a scale Weigh it out and you'll find easily More than sufficient doubt that these colors, you see Were picked in advance by some careful hand With an absolute concept of beauty They are smeared and these blurs come in random order And they color the eyes of your former lovers Hers were green like July Except when I made her cry they were red Now I know a disease that these doctors can't treat You contract on the day, you accept all you see Is a mirror and a mirror, is all it can be A reflection of something we're missing And language just happened It was never planned And it's inadequate to describe where I am In the room of my house where the light's never been Waiting for this day to end And these clocks keep unwinding and completely ignore Everything we hate or adore Once the page of a calendar is turned, it's no more Tell me then, what was it for? Tell me then, what was it for? Gotta tell me Gotta tell me Gotta tell me She gotta tell me Gotta tell me Ah, she gotta tell me She gotta tell me She gotta tell me I'll tell you