Текст песни: Cold Skin + перевод

Do you walk in the backdoor singing?

Or do you pace, pace face thinning?

Inhale on that cigarette while I creep in the backdoor of your kitchen

Do you walk in the backdoor singing?

Or do you pace, pace your face thinning?

Inhale on that cigarette, tell me how you been (Julian)

Cover tracks, broken bottles over tables

A life of red eyes, chewed nails and black labels

Creep, creep do the rounds and shut them up

Cold skin, lights out, routines and the middleclass mutt

Simple, simple, sweeping stores, just playing cripple

Walking the walk, pick and choose you know, little by little

How have you been Julian? Were the floors wood or tile?

I was young but still very much a child

Never learnt normal functions or how to fit in

Strange behaviours and thoughts numbed by Ritalin

Socially retarded, hyperactive and erratic

Repetitious urges, label me idiosyncratic

Now I’m on the outside and I’m looking in

Staring at your pale face (yellow-painted grin)

Before I end it all and light up your world

Can you ease my mind and answer me this…

(Do you have a son Julian? Tell what’s his name?)

Do you have a son Julian? (Tell what’s his name?)

Do you have a son Julian? (Tell what’s his name?)

Do you have a son Julian? (Tell what’s his name?)

Do you have a son? Do you have a son?

And tell me can you sleep at night?

Or do you wake gripping your chest tight?

I’ll make you sweat for what you’ve done to me

How can you sleep at night motherfucker?

Breathe glimpses of colour, I try to forget

Cold sweats in the morning, it all comes back in

Breathe glimpses of colour, I try to forget

Cold sweats in the morning, it all comes back in

Now I’m on the outside and I’m looking in

I’ll never forget the steps, that name, those hands

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