Текст песни Cyclone Sea (Faded Paper Figures) с переводом

Does invention of the soul

Come from punishing the body?

Or is madness of the lonely mind

Just a prison on a dead sea?

There’s no center in this cyclone sea

There’s no name for what you’re feeling

There’s no sound out on the open sound

As you drown what you’re concealing

We speak things no one can hear

We echo in the sunlight

We did not ask to be in this world

But we want to see things put right

There’s no center in this cyclone sea

There’s no name for what you’re feeling

There’s no sound out on the open sound

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