Текст песни: At a Loss + перевод

From the walls and streets of Astor Place

To the serenity of my saving grace

To the graffiti tattooed on the walls of my mind,

I’m thinking about the better days,

When we fit together in every way,

But these days it seems that feeling’s so hard to find.

I’m a long way from home,

And this argument is over,

Now I’m hanging up the phone.

Because on and on we sing this song,

Pretending that we know it’s true meaning.

It’s a metaphor for the way we are,

Speaking our words in tongue,

But the points just seem to evaporate as we go along.

I breathe in the air of memory

As I make my way down this crowded street,

Without an image or a care in my head.

The evening breaks, and triggers street lights

Under this moon-lit summer sky,

And it paints a portrait of orange and red.

Still, I’m a long way from home,

And to understand this decision,

I’ll take this walk alone.

Because on and on we sing this song,

Pretending that we know it’s true meaning.

It’s a metaphor for the way we are,

Speaking our words in tongue,

But the points just seem to evaporate as we go along.

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