Violins - Stare Down The Walls текст песни

Beer cans rolling on the ceiling of the Rabbit
Clatter round the spot where a hobby turns to habit
And my only son, looking no more confused than usual
We spin slowly with Samaritans approaching
Orange slices
Mothering and coaching
But I'm hanging from my safety belt on the median
Bold lover
The stakes threw the brakes on the vain
Old mixture of clarity, impurity, and pain
Descends on a humbled heart
Like a slow trail of glue
Before I answer you
I'm gonna stare down the walls
Stare down the walls
And stare through the floors
Until new light pours
Through the holes burned by eyes
Burned by eyes
The Bank of England and the banks of the muddy
Land of Lincoln and your sweet understudy
All denied me
They can't define me
The House of Usher and the House of Ashanti
Renaud, Ranz, Burlington, Cannon, Morse, Laconte
Understand me
Tell me how this can be
Gold rubber
Snakes through the links on the chain
Light fixtures
Burn their silhouettes into my brain
I can't look you in the eye
I've got thinking to do
Before I answer you
I'm gonna stare down the walls
Stare down the walls
And stare through the floors
And push those two by fours
Through the holes burned by eyes
Burned by eyes
I know what I'll see when the sun finally rises
A courtroom scene without shame or compromises
And my only son, looking no more confused than used