Текст песни: The Title Track + перевод

Mata wasn’t pretty and she knew it well

She didn’t leave home before the city slept, and

Out of the storm drain, she crawled like a slug

Keeping her anxieties and Ativan with her

When I came along, you were lying in the gutter

Struck by a car, convulsing in a puddle of your blood

And every week that summer lasts

And every month that summer softens

And every year that summer comes again

I haven’t set foot through that doorway or heard your voice (Mata)

But I am still singing in the breezeway every night

And I am still sitting on the edge your bed

Mata, Mata

Mata, Mata

Sing out a tune and I’ll hum along

Whisper a secret and I will listen

Sing out a tune and I’ll hum along

Ask me to leave and

Mata, Mata

But I am still singing in the breezeway every night

And I am still sitting on the edge your bed

Mata, Mata

Mata, Mata

Mata, Mata

Mata, Mata

Ugly boy in storefront window

Bicycle shop and one bright orange cone

Lancaster was a lonely waitress who kept talking and wouldn’t let us leave

Leave me alone, I don’t need you scrutinizing me down to the amount of sugar

packets in my tea (leave me alone)

Hold you under the faucet until your face is gargling blue and green (leave me

alone)

One eye becomes truth, the other eye God

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