Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bear's Vision of St. Agnes, artist - mewithoutYou. Album song Ten Stories, in the genre Пост-хардкор
Date of issue: 10.12.2015
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Bear's Vision of St. Agnes |
Barren rocks and sand, our wooden sculpture hands, |
Held like a timber hitch, held candles to the sun |
Both faint and fading fast, we walked on, windward |
Kept time with a pocketmouse, mouths kept mostly shut |
Thought broke the silence like a bone |
FOX: «you've worn me like an albatross, |
I’ve only slowed you down. |
You could’ve long traded in your braided crown by now |
You could’ve found that Anabaptist girl you always used to go on about |
As we rode in circles on our bicycles; |
We walked on balance beams |
The audience cheered for us We burned like fevers under carriage hats |
Hid behind Venetian masks |
In our human costumes |
We stood like statues once in shepherd’s check |
We’ll both be decked in herringbone, |
Wrapped border drab around already broken ironstone" |
BEAR: «But I’ve seen these cliffs before, |
St. Agnes brought her palm branch to the hospital |
Looked upward lest the charm had fled |
From my brother’s breathing bed |
And when he died I shut his dogtooth violet eyes: |
He looked just like me Climb on down and see |
They laid him on the rocks below |
There’ll be enough to fill your cup for days; |
I’ll stay up here and rest. |
We’ll fly in straight lines as from carronades |
We’ll crash like tidal waves, decimate the islands |
As our hollowed lumber falls like water, ends where I start |
In that tattered rag shop back in Asbury Park |
Look how soon my hands won’t move |
But if you’ll improve, we’ll all improve |
Sixty feet and my feet won’t move |
But if you’ll improve, we’ll all improve |
Forty feet, my legs won’t move |
But as you improve, we all improve |
Fill our den with acorn mast, |
I’ll wake before the salmon pass |
Ten foot more and nothing moves" |