Представляем точный текст композиции "In The Nervous Light Of Sunday" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Circle Takes The Square . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «In The Nervous Light Of Sunday» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Circle Takes The Square передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Circle Takes The Square - "In The Nervous Light Of Sunday"
Lyrics to In The Nervous Light Of Sunday : Whispers invoke the artists of this tragically seemless, ill fated tapestry, blistered fingers are tending their loom. She collects the strands to braid into life. Logging the weft of an ageless, woven infinity, countless raw fibers are clawing the frame. A womans work is never done, but the final stitch has got to come, and so three witches contend to slice the very last thread (that you curse, curse constantly) But nothings immortal, and comfort is not guaranteed- a yearling who bears our sincere passions is chosen, frozen and quivering, like a thread in the wake of a blade. So we compromise, so we sacrifice. Compromise nothing, but that which secures a comfortable life, risk as the indication of a healing sacrifice. Destroy the altar whose boundaries tides will never exceed, ignite the pyres underneath a sedated mythology. Five decades his lifetime, and his lifes work is just fading scratches in stone. She tends the numerals, counting fingers, counting her toes. Keeping track of the time racing, years wasting (dance to the sound of his weight bearing back breaking) infinite ages the length of this quilts making. And we dance, we dance in the stronghold... That you curse, curse constantly, of the needles sheen. Do you feel this thin strand resting in a pinch' Thats the thread that you curse, curse constantly. An eternal patch on a quilt that hangs from a wall in a throw frought with our decay... From six states away, five years of guilt postmarked four days before my escape. All I ever asked was for a clean break. In the first nervous light of the day, collecting the novels whose scribes sought to keep me contained. My dads favorite novel on top of the pile, in the self concious first light shake the memory of his smile, igniting these volumes, igniting these volumes Im warmed by the flames. Alter the deafening earthen tones... In the nervous light, I dance in the nervous light and Im warmed by the flames. Dance to the sound of his weight bearing back fucking breaking. Alter the pitch of his weight bearing back breaking, dictate the pitch of his weight bearing back breaking, Alter the tone of your weight bearing back breaking, we can mend all the seams that were torn during our backs slowly breaking. In the nervous light... [ In The Nervous Light Of Sunday Lyrics ]
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