Текст песни Bastard Tactics - LOWER

At last, at last
You drop your guard
And run your fingers,
Your fingers through my hair
Across the threshold
Of your privacy
I rush side to side
To catch both of your eyes
I stretch authenticity
To far-fetched glory
Who cares
What they teach
Of humbleness

But the glory
Overturns

When you lean against my chest
And the crime will be too low
To be ignored

Ignore the fact that I'm utterly
Utterly out of touch

At least, at least
Accept these sad remains
Fleece them from this frame
Adorn your
Nagging simplicity
With far-fetched glory
Who cares
What they teach
Of humbleness

But the glory
Will overturn

If it lean against your chest
And the crime will be too low
To be ignored

If there's a brighter way
To tackle the chase
Without pissing on the chances
Your chances away,
Please show me

So you stand there
Without glamour
Where else can you reach but to
Bastard tactics

So you stand there
Without glamour
Where else can you reach but to
Bastard tactics,
Again