in bronze and concrete Faded colors, pieces left incomplete The line moves slowly past the electric fence Across the borders between continents In the cathedrals
The cathedral in Cologne looks like a spaceship Like the hand of God falling from the sky A thousand stone-carved saints hang like icicles But icicles
Searching for signs in a season of hard times In cathedrals they pray to a God far away from their soul Towering to the sky catch the creators eye show
翻訳: ハンサムファミリー. 大聖堂.
翻訳: ジャンプ、リトルチルドレン. 大聖堂.
翻訳: マーキュリーライジング. 大聖堂.
he sits among the rest, buried in his seat. the clatter of the crowd is drowning out his speech. he turns to look at us, a mirror burned in deep. he
simple seams with single lines that operate with poised precision. we'll orchestrate and bend with time and all the strings will fade with fury. laced
bound to own all of our dreams. intimate love affair with common man themes. you'll come quick and you'll come here now a fool to make it all erase.
saw it all fall apart in a mass hit. telephoned right before the heart quit, and we just stare. control's not enough, your lives aren't enough, cold
so this is how it is without your love. so this is perfectly fitting that i sense your body rising up. you're a comfort to taste but i wake to no one
you're earth bound and i'm injured, we move too fast to remember the drive on to me. drive on to me, we carved the days from the hours, you showed me
and i'm here and i'm special and i'm the one who turns you out. and i'm here and i'm a wreck for the total loss of our last crash. you are the savior
you won't move so i won't follow this used and makeshift path. born to serve, born seductive to regulate our surges. you will lie close. you will lie
down here we're caught under the waste of our dilutions that fell among the quake. help me try to understand the great diversion that came and tore us
we're keeping up the fiction and breaking all the mirrors. we're bringing our own troubles by neglecting the cracks we walk on. the daystar is burning
turn around. turn to me. maybe you're the one who's overrated. this painted town is blinding me, silver shock in its glow. trust the moving colors. trust
