Текст песни
Tongue gone dumb from disuse at some
Numb young sea scums post
Bottle after bottle after bottle out sank cold
Filled to the cork with uncrackable code
So good through the years and nights went
That its alphabet was even forgotten
Me? I'm head vessel for a fleet of tears
Out on my old man's bones parole
Oh under sail only for a hole to hell to fill
With handfuls and handfuls of Lucerne dust
Or plug up level really with anything other than us
And then to toss a dusty rug over
Lost in translation
Lost
To a kingdom of light I wish tonight to fall witness
But victim to a spite that might incite sickness
I sit thin and pretend and through it write hymns
Tight limbed in white English as my one and trite business
Light as a nice fat rice sack boiled in water
Out farther than the house of my father
Waiting in the sitting room of yet another doctor
I taste what little bitter roots this winter has to offer
And without a son or daughter to shoulder the debt
Alone with the past and prone to regret
Dreamt my death by a knife on a path in Burnett
But under the bedspread I'm younger than dead yet
Lost in translation
Lost
Even an opal heart hopes all night
In the bright biting strobe lights and bitter cold
As the living set up to a long white joke told
Through sun up till the bones and bodies spun around them fold
Hopes all night through the old lone fight
In the bright vast cold but there's no punchline
By this told wack joke for all one's life
Is surrounded till the black hole and bodies spun around it fold
Lost in translation
Lost
Lost in translation