Текст песни: Waving Up At You from Under the Ice + перевод

There goes the man with the golden tongue

There goes a ring with no finger on

And all the footfalls clash in phase

Silencing every move he makes

The freed dreams shiver through the sky

Wingbeats bending the edge of light

And all the painters stepped back and sighed

As all the colours in their paintings died

Something is tickling the teeth in my lungs

Death beds are warmer shared

Bodies move better paired

It feels like forgetting the words to a song

Floating down the delta hand-in-hand

Spinning through a ghost-stuffed hinterland

Waving up at you from under the ice I am

Staring up at you from under the ice I am smiling

There goes the girl with the golden eyes:

Glow fading between her thighs

Shrinking smooth as the newly-dead

Between the Rorschach prints in her bed

Silent footfalls cross the room

Battling the poltergeist in her womb

Windows rattling in their frames

Tapping out a Morse code of memories

Waving up at you from under the ice I am

Staring up at you from under the ice I am smiling

Must be that logic that helped you both sleep — some mathematical mendicant —

In watching that love drain as slow and as sure as the pump in your lubricant

Well, that’s kind of funny. Ha ha ha. Ha

How many pale hairy ghosts wriggling out of their clothes just behind that pin?

The cores of apples of eyes all chopped up, rationed out, and distributed?

Yeah, intimacy insurance is paramount

A black sliver shivered out of Danaë and right in through my spiracles and

Bedded down humming something soft and sweet in the branch of my bronchioles

It sang: «death beds are warmer shared»

Everyone’s okay; no, nothing at all is up

I think you should stop crying, your friends are looking at us

Your fingertips don’t feel the same

The corners of your mouth have changed

Waving up at me from under the ice you are

Staring up at me from under the ice you are… different

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