Текст песни: Of Gargoyles + перевод

Ethical burns, cool in the shame, a license to love gives me permission to hate

I lay to rest a long, played out, dragged on, dulled down charade that’s lost

it’s edge

Carry on my lovely widow, coma-tosed by all your pillows, if only,

I understand that you don’t want to be lonely, so I quit counting all the

tears that you owe me, I finally buried all our bruises below me,

and feel a burning building bust that I don’t mind a little- it’s all

peripheral

I’m digging every little thing

Every little thing

Every little thing

Every little thing

Every little thing

Every little thing

Every little thing (x2)

Nevermind, we can change everything if you want. God knows his lows won’t hurt

you, and my religion says that we’ve been living well…

Evermore? I dunno. We can be flexible. Just tap toes my rambling prose instead

of sitting there grieving cause all meaning is leaving. I’d say I’ve been there

before, but you’d never believe me

It was the devil himself singing out of a hearse. Well, I could barely bare his

chorus but the verses made it worse, and if you listen real close a subliminal

note said, «I'm struggling too you know. I’ve got your habits to watch,

your enemies to save. I’ve gotta dig your dirty secrets a dirty little grave.

And if you thread my hello, it makes a mellow moan.»

Ever since, lord I see gargoyles on everything, they’re cracking as their

laughing while their sitting right infront of me, and stroking the stones meant

for breaking our bones, always breaking our bones, making a mess of our homes

A little bomb little calm looking face as it drops, a little dreary getting

teary over graduation pop songs, long as it’s the Guinness World Book of

Frustration see the every bit of genius in your every situation

Digging every little thing

Every little thing

Every little thing

Every little thing

Every little thing

Every little thing

Every little thing (x2)

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