
Date of issue: 11.04.2010
Song language: English
Siberian Breaks |
Sleep as the goer |
The bridge that watches the light speed through |
And cries while the spirit stumbles |
The inside missile for the protection of you |
Maybe it’s silent |
The voice can’t bear anymore strain |
But speaks without even knowing |
And streams outside in the direction of truth |
There’s no reason there’s no secrets to decode |
If you can’t save it, leave it dying on the road |
Wide open arms can feel so cold |
So cold, feel so cold |
Balance the books, the ledges, the looms |
The disappointed look on the faces that squint at the moon |
Let’s see it with shadows enhanced |
And then vote to decide who’ll advance |
Silver jet plane making a turn |
Exciting the brain that expects it to crash and then burn |
It’s not the life lesson I’d’ve guessed |
If you’re conscious you must be depressed |
Or at least cynical |
But someone might still eat the steaks |
Even if they’re tough |
Spending the day, chewing at the fat |
Floating away isn’t rough but it’s not enough |
Oh Marianne, pass me the joint |
The sandpaper’s tan, go-getters are surfing the point |
And London’s a scratch on the lens |
It’s over before it begins |
Silk 'round her neck falls down to her shoulders |
The older I get, the more I suspect there’s a trick |
But really there’s no trip at all |
That doesn’t result in a fall |
Or a faltering |
But something could spit out the bait |
Even if it’s real |
Rolling away, missing a spoke |
Close to the ground like a wheel, but it’s not a joke |
Holding the line, clutching the phone |
Nobly wasting the night, but it isn’t right |
It’s not right |
Smelling for blood, praying for rain |
Running away isn’t rough, but it’s not enough |
The low tide is telling me when it’s over |
To breathe in everything exposed |
And comes back to cover me with a blanket |
Being here’s always changing tunes |
The empty sky surrounds me but I can’t see at all |
Wide open arms can feel so cold |
And you can sit beside me and tell me what it’s worth |
But I hope I die before I get sold |
I hope I die before I get sold |
I’d rather die before I get sold |
If you find the soul that you lost |
Frozen in a starry void |
Take it within and hope the sight of blood |
Can will signs of life to return |
Back to the way that it was |
Long before it made a noise |
To keep on quietly reminding you |
What’s never created or destroyed |
Wake as the swell peaks |
The close-outs drowning the birds with roars |
And howls scare the new unkindness |
That picks and laughs at the carrion scene |
Forces you see breathe can always go into hiding |
And wait 'til it passes over |
Or stay far gone for all eternity |
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