Текст песни: Bliss Is a Flak Jacket + перевод

Hands done up in rose gold

You were a vision with a baby on your hip

And prone to meddle with crystals

As though you missed all other spiritual conduits

And as I’m hacking at a novel somewhere

Trying to comb the sparrows out of my hair

I’m thinking back about the time you read my palm;

And God, I hope you did it wrong

Bliss? Bliss is a flak jacket

Guilt is the shrapnel/coat rack I’ve since sought to expel

But I fear it’s clear that I’m not a shaman

So I’ll keep my «cosmic revelations» to myself

I watched a revolution choke and sputter

I saw depression try to kill my brother

I heard Leviathan was living in a lake up near the border states

And back, back off the back porch

There was a demon in the bonfire we made

So we formed an assembly line

To cart back buckets we had summoned from the lake

And even when all of the kindling had flattened

We were never certain anything happened

Besides the vestiges of smoke getting in my shirt

And smelling of the earth

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