correct lyrics for "A Bowl Of Oranges" - Bright Eyes

I've been going through my music collection...didn't really like Bright Eyes at first hearing, but he's grown on me. This song in particular is great, lyric wise. None of his songs have a catching beat or anything so mainstream. But these are good songs when you listen to the words. Oh, and several results on google have the wrong lyrics. So these are the right lyrics: The rain had started tapping on the window near my bed There was a loop hole in my dreaming so I got out of it And to my surprise my eyes were wide and already open Just my nightstand and my dresser where those nightmares had just been So I dressed myself and left then out into the gray streets But everything seemed different and completely new to me The sky, the trees, houses, buildings even my own body And each person I encountered, I couldn't wait to meet And I came upon a doctor who appeared in quite poor health I said, "there's nothing I can do for you, you can't do for yourself" He said, "oh yes you can, just hold my hand, I think that that would help" So I sat with him a while and I asked him how he felt he said, "I think I'm cured, no infact I'm sure of it thank you stranger... for your theraputic smile." So that's how I learned the lesson that everyone's alone And your eyes must do some raining if you're ever gonna grow When crying don't help, you can't compose yourself, it's best to compose a poem An honest verse of longing or a simple song of hope That's why I'm singing, baby, don't worry cause now I've got you back And everytime you feel like crying I'm gonna try and make you laugh And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad, then we'll wait for it to pass And I will keep you company through those days so long and black We'll keep working on the problem we know we'll never solve Of love's uneven remainders there lies fractions of a whole But if the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall then I think we'd see the beauty then And stand staring in awe At our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges like a story told by the fault lines and the soul