Текст песни The Crest - WHY?
Every
little
renaissance
is
echoed
in
the
colosseum
Empty
off
the
walls
of
Tin
Pan
Alley
(alley)
Til
the
space
between
the
skin
and
shirt
grows
thin
Til
the
cells
of
flesh
and
material
Are
indistinguishable
under
a
microscope
Til
all
the
water
goes
gas
and
the
potholes
pop
After
the
day's
gone
dark
And
the
next
chord's
struck
out
of
necessity
(necessi-necessities
x2)
And
they
peel
the
paper
from
the
walls
Or
pick
another
color
paint
And
the
next
chord
echoes
like
shrinking
nickels
In
a
metal
elevator
falling
single
file
size
order
Through
the
hole
in
your
pocket
landing
round
A
silhouette
of
the
threat
of
silence
The
lifespan
of
the
flight
path
of
a
slowly
sinking
skipping
stone
The
dying
light
of
the
law's
dying
bells
The
timespan
between
wave
crests
is
what
makes
the
crest
the
crest
(What)
I
know
the
temptation
to
straighten
the
spines
Of
men
hunched
from
years
of
keeping
nickels
in
their
shirt
pockets
To
lift
these
wood
men
from
the
pines
And,
in
one
jerk,
snap
every
bone,
disk,
and
plate
in
place
Like
adjusting
some
rusty
segmented
piece
of
an
erector
set
from
the
1950s
But
the
human
spine
is
an
iron
rod
And,
when
bent,
needs
time
and
heat
to
make
straight
And
it's
easier
to
fill
front
pockets
with
nickels
Than
it
is
to
make
a
cold
metal
supple
The
lifespan
of
the
flight
path
of
a
slowly
sinking
skipping
stone
The
dying
light
of
the
law's
dying
bells
The
timespan
between
wave
crests
is
what
makes
the
crest
the
crest
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