Текст песни Choir of the Mind - Emily Haines

If I could go back
If I could reach that feeling again
If I could go back
If I could reach that feeling again

I would not have let shit-talkers stop me
Failures whisper sad how hard she tries
Advance retreat, accept defeat so softly
Shrink inside to see through your camera's eyes

The greatness she has dreamed her acts have missed
Her labour, her passion, her pain
A rapture and a pang
Her glory and her curse
The greatness she has dreamed her acts have missed
And yet she cannot choose but labours on
Her mighty heart forbids her to desist
Her failure lives, her failure lives
For as long as the world lasts her failure lives
Astonishing and foiling reason's gaze
A folly and a beauty unspeakable
A superb madness of the will to live
A superb madness of the will to live

This is her being's law, its sole resource
Though satisfaction never comes (never comes, never comes, never comes)
Her hungry will to lavish everywhere
Her many-imaged fictions of the self
And thousand fashions of one reality
(One reality, one reality, one reality, one reality)

Escape from the moment's prison of littleness
She shuts eternity into an hour
Almost (almost)
She nears what never can be attained
So softly
She shuts eternity into an hour

She serves no aim
But labours driven by a nameless will
Her secret and impossible task
She serves no aim
But labours driven by a nameless will
So softly

So she follows her sublime irrational plan
Invents devices of her magic art
But even now she knows not what she's done
For all is wrought beneath a baffling mask
A semblance other than its hidden truth

The unfinished creation of a changing soul
In a body changing with the inhabitant
So softly
The unfinished creation of a changing soul
In a body changing with the inhabitant
Insignificant her means
Infinite her work (work, work, work, work, work)

On a great field of shapeless consciousness
Strange enthusiasms moved her heart
She hungers for heights, passions for the supreme
Hunts for the perfect word, the perfect shape
Leaps to the summit light (summit light, summit light, summit light)
And woos his large-eyed wandering thoughts to dwell
In figures of her million-impulsed force
Woos his large-eyed wandering thoughts to dwell
In figures of her million-impulsed force

Her million-impulsed force
So softly (her million-impulsed force)
That's it
So softly (her million-impulsed force)
So softly (her million-impulsed force)