Текст песни: The Slightest of Threads + перевод

She slips out of bed

In the fold of the night

And the temperature drops

With the cry of a fox

It’s the exit of a thief

It’s the falling of a leaf

The dust is disturbed

And her shadow is stirred

She looks back at the lover

But he dreams of another

The violence of his breath

Betrays his gentleness

And their minds have never met

It’s always been just sex:

The finest of chains

The slightest of threads

She navigates the stairs

In the absence of the light

A ghost that’s self-possessed

A soul not laid to rest

And the painting in the hall

Well, it seems to say it all:

Still life, abstract

Worthless, glass cracked

And here, in the fold of the night, she cries

Cos the trains have all left and the ships have passed by

And the seasons, too many, have blurred into one

They seem to have stopped before they’ve begun

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