Grind — текст песни (The Church)

The wine in your hand is worth two at the bar
And everybody knows what you`ve been drinking
Disgraceful sky flecked with a nightmare of stars
And everybody knows how you`ve been synching (sinking ?)

Long distance century buzzes and fades
I wonder why you`ve not resigned
Previews processions and parades
You`ve got to grind, grind it out

Line up the arrows, push off the top
This can cause sustain forever
And once it`s started up, it cannot be stopped
At least it`s holding us together

Long distance century buzzes and fades
An automatic charge on your mind
The glittering minutes, jangled decades
We`ve got to grind, grind it out

A vortex appears, unleashed by the crash
A moment marred by hesitation
Bedazzled surgeon chases the gash
But we don`t need that operation
Long distance century buzzes and fades
Elysian Fields not far behind
Find me a witness amongst these shades
They`ve got to grind, grind it out

Long distance century buzzes and fades
I hope the deaf can lead the blind
Lift me up into those whirling blades
I`ve got to grind, grind it out