Текст песни Starry Night - Vold Book

An imaginary village
In an imaginary mind
By an imaginary hand
From imaginary lands

Costumes, and spectacle
The subtleties of a grand ball
In an adjacent hall, the boy
Knelt down; pretending
Hidden, and invisible
He mended the doll of his sister
And withdrew from nomination
Floating in the limelight
Of simple overtones
And childhood fantasy
Counting the buttons
Of innocent youth

Prisoners were calling, deep inside
His mind: various voices, the baker
And the priest
He silenced them as best he could
But the beast in the corner, under-
Neath a coat of arms, saw to it
That phantoms should persist
Those red eyes, that only he could
See: frozen, and penetrating
Steeped in depravity

The boy wiped tears from his eyes
And focusing on supplies, stitched
A ragged cross into the chest
Where tufts of cotton broke free
Stitching patiently, of necessity
Nervous and buried within
Trapped behind his eyes
His hands moving autonomously
In a constant itch, in a rocking pose
Murmuring, muttering with sound
From around the corner, a woman appeared
Those eyes faded, that she did not see
"Come along," she said to me
"Come into the night; let us go to
The river, where everything's alright"
I appeared within myself, noticing
Dim and translucent hands; scarred
And justified without demands
Soft, and small
"Alright," said the boy

That night the river was very cold
Stars shone brightly, in a rapturous hold
Of magic, white light; barely visible
We disrobed and bathed; shivering, but
Not her tender skin
With precision she took hold
Knowing exactly where to begin

I felt her showing me tastes, closing my eyes
Snaking, lifting, our withering embrace
Turning to dust in the stream
Picking me up, again and again
So lost
Clinging to the currents
Beneath my knees
Clipping my wings, deeply In the thoroughfare
Where golden vines wrapped around
The eye inside my mind; tearing
At the worth, of my being
In a nightmare, tearing apart my wings
Like a frightened boy; scared of becoming
Something more

The moon hung overhead and summoned
The dead, to the river; winding and carving
Its way through his heart, soils and silt
Basking in the guilt, of the ages
That's when I learned that evil lived here
And that the beast was in control
I felt my morays disintegrate
And my boundaries evaporate
All that was left was the soul of a man
Resting, in the palm of her hand
She smiled and said to me
"Delightful"
Revealing her inner thoughts; a
Furnace alive: I simply could not
Take it anymore, so I grabbed a
Rock, and bashed her skull
Again
Again
She fell like a landslide, gushing blood
Floating down the riverbank, in pieces
To the waterfall, where she surely sank
Drowning, half-aware; like a doll

I wiped the blood from my little hands
Imaginary hands
And gathered my things back on the land
Imaginary lands
Wrestling with my inner self
Newly born: a man
Tiny, at a grand ball
And taking notes, for you