Kayo Dot - The Mortality of Doves
текст песни

Every angel that drips
From the faucet into the sink
Tumbles down the drain
And deep into the ground

The choirs resound in an empty room
As angels seep into the earth
And no one noticed this coffin heaving
These earthen boards thick with deceiving

And it swallowed up the spirit
In the mire of division

As mankind
Looked on and glutted itself
Upon derision trampled underfoot
The seeping of the soil

As mankind
Looked on and grumbled ever
Louder with the toil of every day and every year
And every century

Lost in thought or thought is lost
On the creeping multitude of heaven
They could never see beyond
And so there was nothing beyond to see

One after the next for ever and ever
Stepping over the statues of gods
Lying broken in the streets like tyrants

The cynical heart too oft forgot
Its blood in course of veins
As circulated phantoms
Phantoms drain from a spout

To sink and vigilance betrayed by neglect
But uttered not in defiance
The uncloaked sleep of doves in mortality
Drawing down the shade of years
Over the monstrosity

Shutting the lids and shutting the sight
Bridging the break
The Earth entire has become a wasteland
A marsh intense, a swamp of flatland
Not so flat as desolate

And deep with poison and regret
I cry aloud as I am pull'd beneath
And a body hangs over the shower rod
Like a towel left out to dry

My cries are the echoes of a long-lost suicide
An angel bleeding out, a dove that has died