Bright Eyes - A Scale, A Mirror And Those Different Clocks

Here is a scale weigh it out and you will find easily
More than sufficient doubt that these colors
You see, we're picked in advance
By some careful hand with an absolute concept of beauty
They are smeared and these blure
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