Текст песни Mockingbird Rows - John Ralston

Rows and rows of mockingbirds
Gathered high upon the steeple.
Shepherd, Shepherd, look alive!
What a mess - a great heapful.

Downward through the heart of it.
Spiraled stairs going deeper.
Trap! A trap! A candled map.
Bones stacked in rows of all the sleepers.

By the by, and through the nose.
Paid for by the little people.
May this time be different.
Debts grow in flocks by the sheepful.

Wake! Awoke. Re-harmonize.
Deconstruct what you fear.
Easy time. The sway and slide.
Never takes much to reveal.

So, twist the strand - the trunk complies.
Searchlights on the old fear.
Trim it back. Pile and stack.
Burn it hot, bright and clear.