Текст песни: Grace Beneath The Pines + перевод

When I got there, front room was full

The little boys staring down at formal shoes

Expectations burning their faces red

As they waited for dinner

At a party in your honor

In protest at your beck and call

July 4th and a faint-hearted kiss

Two months as seals

Each night a silver moon

In the morning the sun came up

And you were there

With biscuits and sweet breath

And knowing and desire still

Don’t go, what’s so great about there?

It’s all damn tunnels, newspapers and skin

And meanwhile, you know, I’ll be here

And you there

With crack heads and assassins and burn victims

And millionaires' sons

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