Текст песни Epitaphs - The Accidentals

He′s got too much pride
Lord, if you could see it with his navy eyes
Life is never painted in the black and white
Or with the gray between

It's got too much light
Silver coins that tremble in the bruise of night
Moon that blinks before the tangerine
And broken stains of morning sky

And scattered on the birch trees
Are the mockingbirds who disagree
On everything that flits to mind
What′s lost and what's just hard to find
And blaring on the silver box
Are those who are only there to talk

So I will find a better way to speak

Uh-hu-uh hu-uh
Uh-hu-uh hu-uh

She's got a new fake tan
Drinking pop culture from a silver can
Staring from her bed into a lava lamp
That bubbles up her thoughts

About money and time
Things that share a problematic love life
They′ll help you cut yourself up with a butter knife
Just when you hit your prime

And scattered on the dirty streets
Are the broken souls who disagree
And beg for what you′re offering
And all the while we're promising
That rain will fall on fertile ground
There′s no lost cause that can't be found

So I will find the growth in every seed

Uh-hu-uh hu-uh
Uh-hu-uh hu-uh

It′s a sketchy scene
Bottlecaps littering the pothole street
Smoky waves of air in the crushing heat
Of nighttime in LA

And in the local park
Boys flinging curse words into the dark
Waiting for the day they'll mend their splintered hearts
In duct tape displays

I′m standing by a marble wall
Carving epitaphs of human fault
Why spend my whole life wondering
If I find lies more comforting
How can I invest my faith
If what you give is what you take

But I will try to find the inbetween

Uh-hu-uh hu-uh
Uh-hu-uh hu-uh
Uh-hu-uh hu-uh
Uh-hu-uh hu-uh