Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chapter 19, artist - Yann Tiersen. Date of issue: 11.10.2010
Song language: English
Chapter 19 |
| To live outside the pale |
| Is to wither and die |
| Beyond the pale there are only |
| Dressed up cavaders |
| They are wound up each day |
| Like alarm clocks |
| They perform like seal |
| They die like box office receipts |
| But in the seething honey comb |
| There is a growth as of plants |
| An animal warmth |
| Almost suffocating |
| A vitality which accrues |
| From rubbing and glueing together |
| A hope which is physical |
| As well as spiritual |
| A contamination which |
| Is dangerous but salutary |
| Small souls perhaps |
| Burning like tapers |
| But burning steadily |
| And capable of throwing |
| Portenous shadows on the walls |
| Which hem them in |
| All goes round and round |
| Creaking, wobbling, lumbering |
| Whipmering some-tunes |
| But round and round and round |
| Then, if you become very still |
| Standind on a stoop for instance |
| And carefully think no thoughts |
| A myopic, bestial clarity besets your vision |
| There is a wheel |
| There are spokes |
| And there is a hub |
| And in the center of the hub |
| There is |
| Exactly nothing |