Текст песни Truth - Speedy Justice

I was leaving my little two-room exhibition at the
Whitney and my Lyft driver picked me
Up in a little 1992 Autozam AZone
Looking sideways and direct to eye contact
She had a face like a plywood sculpture, blocky, thick
So up close in the narrow seats, shock like chlorine in the eyes

I pulled the car door down and I looked straight ahead
We sat, not moving, face shock, I looked over and she stares right at me, right into me
The Doppler headlights from three directions shone in her face and
I see those eyes, electric, one neon Cobalt as if
God fractured the sky, parting a rainstorm like a red sea, and the

Other a Vintage Turquoise, deep, stolen from tender twilights drowned in some tropical
Bay way south and north, way gone, waylaid, gone, gone
Stricken to recall where I'd seen those colors, how they fit from my past to now, desperate
To know, connect the merging of truths, how
These colored emotions fit into my plan, words, nemory

I recall I was on a ski weekend up at
Stowe, I was coming in late one day, last
Person off the slope, the sun had just gone down and the sky became this incredible color
I usually didn't notice things like that and I found myself kind of walking around in the
Cold hoping it wouldn't change, wishing that I had somebody there to share it with me

And afterward I tried to convince myself that
I'd imagined that color, that I hadn't really
Seen it, cause nothing on this earth could be that beautiful

Now I see I was wrong in this tiny, powerful, blue
Japanese three-cylinder tin sardine can
With no flux capacitor, next to a
Block-faced woman with the solitaire setting center of

The most glory I'd ever known glowing out to me, her eyes, her eyes, it was the closest
To God I've been, and I've been there, next to it
I must have looked at her like a moon-faced
Cultist, an inebriated priest at mass, and that's when
I knew, Life is Truth
Life is Truth, I just knew