Текст песни Chapelcross Towns (Audiotree Live Version) - mewithoutYou

Let's retire to our knees
With our books as our graces
And kindly machines
Of concern take our places
Grow motorized trees
Build robotic faces
Who smile on command
Who can mind their own business
We'll hold human hands
And rest human feet
And what there shall we yield
In our own poor devotions?
That pearl from the field
Cast back home to the ocean
Would you cast out my fears
Or at least fix some tea
In our cabage white kingdoms
Of kings of no history
You can pack up your things
I would still wear your ring
In the chapelcross towns
Of the battle-scarred mornings
Fake leaves rustling sounds
Lay rattlesnake warnings
From our homes underground
You can still hear them moaning
Don't cheat on your taxes
But as for your spouses
Dark secrets come out!
With comma or without
When the tired young knees
Of your father walked out
To the lord I disbelieve
But increase thou my doubt
He sat down in the leaflessness
A thousand more times
I went back on my word
But I won't go back this time
Neither bondsman nor free
But a newspaper salesman
Who moves about words
(E.g. "Death do us part")
If our prayers are unheard
Well, our prayers are unheard