I came to under a domed roof
The light was cold and clear and fragmented
There was people, moving, I watched them
I saw a muscle of school girls performing
I saw the ticket woman massaging the small of her back
And a young gent, neat as a crease in his work clothes
And the light, as light as breath on the dirty, old track
It's coming to pass
My countries coming apart
The whole thing's becoming
Such a bumbling farce
Was that a pivotal historical moment
We just went stumbling past?
And here we are
Dancing in the rumbling dark
So come a little closer
Give me something to grasp
Give me your beautiful
Crumbling heart
Another disaster. Catharsis
Another half-discarded mirage
Another mask slips
I face off with the physical
My head's ringing from the love of the stars
There is too much pretence here
And too much depends on the fragile wages
And extortionate rents here
We're working every dread day that is given us
Feeling like the person people meet
Really isn't us
Like we're going to buckle underneath the trouble
Like any minute now
The struggle's going to finish us
And then we smile at all our friends
It's hard
We got our heads down and our hackles up
Our back's against the wall
I can feel you aching
None of this was written in stone
There is nothing we're forbidden to know
And I can feel things changing
Even when I'm weak and I'm breaking
I'll stand weeping at the train station
'Cause I can see your faces
There is so much peace to be found in people's faces
I saw it roaring
I felt it clawing at my clothes like a grieving friend
It said, there are no new beginnings
Until everybody sees
That the old ways need to end
But it's hard to accept that we're all one and the same flesh
Given the rampant divisions between oppressor and oppressed
But we are though
More empathy
Less greed
More respect
All I've got to say has already been said
I mean, you heard it from yourself
When you were lying in your bed and couldn't sleep
Thinking couldn't we be doing this differently?
I'm listening to every little whisper in the distance singing hymns
And I can
I can feel things changing
But it's so hard
We got our heads down and our hackles up
Our back's against the wall
I can feel your heart racing
None of this was written in stone
The currents fast but the river moves slow
And I can feel things changing
Even when I'm weak and I'm breaking
I stand weeping at the train station
'Cause I can see your faces
There is so much peace to be found in people's faces
It's not enough
To imagine we'll be happy when we've
Got enough
Stuff
All this stuff
Is blocking us
I'm neat with no chaser
I'm all spirit
But I'm sinking
Because the days are not days but strange symptoms
And this age is our age
But our age is rage sinking to beige
And yes our children are brave
But their mission is vague
Is a life well-lived
Or is a life well-displayed?
I have no answers but I believe there are still things to say
I stare out at my city on another difficult day
And I scream inwardly
When will this change
I'm beginning to fade
But my sanity's saved 'cause I see your faces
My sanity's saved
'Cause I can see your faces hard
We got our heads down and our hackles up
Our back's against the wall
I can feel your heart racing
None of this was written in stone
The current's fast but the river moves slow
And I can feel things changing
Even when I'm weak and I'm breaking
I stand weeping at the train station
'Cause I can see your faces
I love people's faces
The light was cold and clear and fragmented
There was people, moving, I watched them
I saw a muscle of school girls performing
I saw the ticket woman massaging the small of her back
And a young gent, neat as a crease in his work clothes
And the light, as light as breath on the dirty, old track
It's coming to pass
My countries coming apart
The whole thing's becoming
Such a bumbling farce
Was that a pivotal historical moment
We just went stumbling past?
And here we are
Dancing in the rumbling dark
So come a little closer
Give me something to grasp
Give me your beautiful
Crumbling heart
Another disaster. Catharsis
Another half-discarded mirage
Another mask slips
I face off with the physical
My head's ringing from the love of the stars
There is too much pretence here
And too much depends on the fragile wages
And extortionate rents here
We're working every dread day that is given us
Feeling like the person people meet
Really isn't us
Like we're going to buckle underneath the trouble
Like any minute now
The struggle's going to finish us
And then we smile at all our friends
It's hard
We got our heads down and our hackles up
Our back's against the wall
I can feel you aching
None of this was written in stone
There is nothing we're forbidden to know
And I can feel things changing
Even when I'm weak and I'm breaking
I'll stand weeping at the train station
'Cause I can see your faces
There is so much peace to be found in people's faces
I saw it roaring
I felt it clawing at my clothes like a grieving friend
It said, there are no new beginnings
Until everybody sees
That the old ways need to end
But it's hard to accept that we're all one and the same flesh
Given the rampant divisions between oppressor and oppressed
But we are though
More empathy
Less greed
More respect
All I've got to say has already been said
I mean, you heard it from yourself
When you were lying in your bed and couldn't sleep
Thinking couldn't we be doing this differently?
I'm listening to every little whisper in the distance singing hymns
And I can
I can feel things changing
But it's so hard
We got our heads down and our hackles up
Our back's against the wall
I can feel your heart racing
None of this was written in stone
The currents fast but the river moves slow
And I can feel things changing
Even when I'm weak and I'm breaking
I stand weeping at the train station
'Cause I can see your faces
There is so much peace to be found in people's faces
It's not enough
To imagine we'll be happy when we've
Got enough
Stuff
All this stuff
Is blocking us
I'm neat with no chaser
I'm all spirit
But I'm sinking
Because the days are not days but strange symptoms
And this age is our age
But our age is rage sinking to beige
And yes our children are brave
But their mission is vague
Is a life well-lived
Or is a life well-displayed?
I have no answers but I believe there are still things to say
I stare out at my city on another difficult day
And I scream inwardly
When will this change
I'm beginning to fade
But my sanity's saved 'cause I see your faces
My sanity's saved
'Cause I can see your faces hard
We got our heads down and our hackles up
Our back's against the wall
I can feel your heart racing
None of this was written in stone
The current's fast but the river moves slow
And I can feel things changing
Even when I'm weak and I'm breaking
I stand weeping at the train station
'Cause I can see your faces
I love people's faces
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Quello che qui si traduce - in certi passaggi liberamente, allo scopo, speriamo, di rendere meglio il "senso" dell'originale -è per lo più corrispondente al testo del brano come inciso nell'album "The Book Of Traps And Lessons", salvo alcune modifiche sollecitate dalla performance apprezzabile nel video che qui si allega (una delle migliori)
I versi iniziali corrispondono, in realtà, al finale del brano che nell'album precede "People's Faces", e cioè "Holy Elixir".