Here is a scale
Weigh it out and you will 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
To color the eyes of your former lovers

Hers were green like July,
Except when she cried they were red

Now I know a disease that these doctors can't treat
You contract it 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 has never been
Waiting for this day to end

And these clocks keep unwinding
And completely ignore everything that we hate or adore
Once the page of a calendar is turned it's no more
So tell me then, what was it for?
Oh tell me, what was it for?