Текст песни The Turning of Our Bones - Arab Strap

I don′t give a fuck about the past
Our glory days gone by
All I care about right now
Is that wee mole inside your thigh
And my confidence might crumble
But my brio is unbroken
Let me loosen all your knots
Let our bodies be awoken

It's been another seven years
It′s showing 'round the eyes
Another seven years entombed
In lethargy and lies
But let's dig out our old clothes
And prepare for celebration
I am the son of sleep
All I need′s an invitation

The heart began to putrify
And then the body bloated
As our hair and teeth fell out
We did our best to be devoted
But let′s squeeze the maggots from our flesh
Like tiny poison pustules
Abandon all decorum
Boil us down to our essentials

We're all just carbon, water, starlight
Oxygen and dreams
And the sun, the moon, the earth, the neighbours
Long to hear our screams
So if Bacchus is a friend to love
Then take this cup of kindness
Just one sip, one chug, one kiss
Could cure us of our blindness

Hear my wanton whispers
My loud, intemperate plea
We′ve been down among the dead men
Now you're coming up with me

Dig us up and hold us high
Raise our carcass to the sky
Wrap us up in sequin skin
And we can dance again in sin

Just take my hand and be brave
We′ll say goodbye to this grave
Tonight we salsa, we rave
We are upcycled and saved
We've got the hay so let′s roll
Surrender all self-control
Quick now before the bell tolls
Let's sing the sighs from our souls

In the long grass underneath the sun, I saw you
In Tesco with your buttons undone, I saw you
Hand in hand as we do the school run, I saw you
In a mask with a secret someone, I saw you

Let's not be bashful, don′t be oblique
The flesh is willing but the spirit is weak
The second life is calling
Feel its pull, feel its tow
So let′s live now before we're back below