Текст песни The Arsonist (Simon Joyner) с переводом

First you burned your own house down

Then you sold the ashes to the clown

Who painted this brow with thunderclouds

And pulled flowers out of his mouth

Then you grabbed the bouquet and flew

From everything that asked to much of you

But the future gives birth to both sorrow and mirth

It don’t matter what you say or do

And now, you pray for a dry canteen

So you can dare an empty sky to rain

Then you shake your fist, you can’t resist

Does anybody feel your pain?

You’re alone and you can’t go home again

They look for you in the leaves of magazines

In picaresque stories, in penny arcade portraits of Lauren Bacall

While I look for you in the dye of canceled stamps

In the panic of sirens, in the vanishing kite strings of airplane exhaust

But nobody can catch the arsonist

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