Текст песни: Samantha Sweatshirt + перевод

This tiny gleam of hope is cracking beneath me

And every morning I awake my eyes are set on fire

Throughout the day they burn away and they get so tired

A dismal face in any case is sure to leave a slow burn

It’s a matter of picking pieces and constructing desirable spaces

But I’m brooding anyway

Dear silly me

Just fall asleep

Ears attached to strings

World’s smallest symphony

If I lead the day astray the tune stays with me

I’m left with hollow sockets and empty compartments

Like the ones used to hold your emotions

Designed to keep them sorted

So that you can you direct them at the convenient target

Like it matters anyway

If the strings begin to fray the tune in haunting

I’m choking down on stems and leaves

Upside down immersed in olive trees

That hang above your dim-lit street

Where you deflect branches pipe dreaming

You’re absorbed and I’m on fire

Trying hard to burn in the letters

«love is not real» and I’m tired

What’s the point you wishful forgetter

But that’s not why I called tonight

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