their eyes Hauling their hearts around circular tracks Pretending forever their masquerade towers Are not really riddled with widening cracks And I wave goodbye to iron And smile hello
Oversættelse: Tim Buckley. Farvel og goddag.
The singer cries for people's lies He will sing for the day to bring him night The circus burns in carnival flame And for a while you won't know my name
t wait For Pleasant Street The sunshine reminds you of concreted skies You thought you were flying but you opened your eyes And you found yourself falling back to yesterday's lies Hello
I saw you walking Only yesterday When I ran to catch you You disappeared And the street was gray The candle died Now you are gone For the flame was
Photographs of guns and flame Scarlet skull and distant game Bayonet and jungle grin Nightmares dreamed by bleeding men Lookouts tremble on the shore
If a fiddler played you a song, my love And if I gave you a wheel Would you spin for my heart and loneliness Would you spin for my love If I gave up
Once I was a soldier And I fought on foreign sands for you Once I was a hunter And I brought home fresh meat for you Once I was a lover And I searched
I lit my purest candle close to my Window, hoping it would catch the eye Of any vagabond who passed it by, And I waited in my fleeting house Before
O I never asked to be your mountain I never asked to fly Remember when you came to me And told me of his lies You didn't understand my love You don't
O whither has my lady wandered? I'll search until I know I've found her One green day she left her wings And cut away her childhood strings But dropping
