Текст песни Westward Drive - Deacon Smith

I had imagined myself upon a westward drive
Where idle eyes could idolize the prize of wide horizons, unsurmised
Purple skies and tribal cries arrive at times near 8:00 or 9:00
Apprised by holy bribes
Aligned by islands, rhinestones
Ties were to be cut
Arise to the occasion
Bumps, bruises, scrapes, abrasions left up front
And at the brunt of it, I stunted, but
Trusted with my talisman, I faced malice,
Snapped, now it's in
Sunken in the fact that it's passed
And that's the habit's pin
Stuck
Never to be touched again
Never to tug upon the strings and webs, well woven
Awoken near its end
Means to ends and ends to means
Immediacy was lent with glee
Repeat the exposition
Our positions scathed
Return to sea

I'll return to sea, and swim in it
The ripples can guide the prism of synchronization of rhythms
Fill it with purpose
It'll be worth it in the end
'Cause pending problems with solving will surely mend

The great melt pursued the role of flood
The mold we made in blood
The puddled love and closest buds
We bloomed in tandem
Rushed by all the bugs and dirt
And In A Week we came From Eden, hurt
Absurd in manner, blurted out like nightly banter
Words unheard
Unthought, unprocessed, unprofessional
Discolored, discombobulated
Fresh discomfort, lest you know
The best of woe
Self to foe
A stowing away of nested prose
Exit, repress and curtains close
Expression of tears, the audience rose
Scene
No need to be frozen
Just wait to thaw out
The set, it was chosen
So make it pretty
And maybe ice caps might just float back
Might sink the city too
But pity lands in such divine ways
How pitifully true

I'll return to sea, and swim in it
The ripples can guide the prism of synchronization of rhythms
Fill it with purpose
It'll be worth it in the end
'Cause pending problems with solving will surely mend

And so I started heading east, right near the border
Still guided by the Saturn
Humble, but a hoarder
We skipped on Liberty
And set our focus upon a porter bus
Just like I dreamed, there's more for us
Rusted, we take the old and dust it off
And add resources built from roots unplanted
Bust off locks to doors unmanaged
Panic, while all alarm bells mute the phonic slate
Relate it back
Recall a former date
A former day
Familiar face
It's faded, strung, but flown away
Poof
One gust, and I will prove
Parmesan to mozzarella, we were the cheddar, sharpened, grooved
I'll use this time to learn, improve
Remove tenacity, veiled by the fears of chastity
Guilt pursuit in the need to be

Returned to sea, and swim in it
The ripples can guide the prism of synchronization of rhythms
Fill it with purpose
It'll be worth it in the end
'Cause pending problems with solving will surely mend