Interpretive Decorating — текст песни (The Postman Syndrome)

[Chapter X]

I hope you enjoy the ambiance.
You can leave your wings at the door.
There`s no need to fly while you`re here, and if you dare
and try I`ll nail your feet to the floor
because this tea was brewed for two:
one for me, and one for you.
It`s been too long and now I`m through waiting for you.

This is my time to write pretty words.
This is my day.
The plague of one is cured.
Bet you a kiss that you`re growing fur.
Wish it away.
One day we all wish it away.
The way we were, wish it away.

The only cure.
If love turns cold, I`ll call it ice cream and fake a happy tune.
You`ve got your rounds now,
but dear your children are planting maple seeds.
I`m sticky sweetened.
I`m gooey hopeful.
You`re dripping ten miles gone.
I watched our love freeze; it`s only ice cream.
A pocket`s change could get you more.
I`m left hungry.
Could one death kill my faith?

Locust has rolled over, watch it fly.
I watch my locust eclipse the sky.
With melting wing watch that locust fry,
and smiling I`ll watch that locust die.

Waiting for you...

I can`t figure out what it is, but she`s slipping from my grip.
I can`t figure out what it is, but she`s squirming like an infant.
She can`t figure out what it is, she said
“You don`t make me feel important.”
I can`t figure out what it is, I ask “what`s it like to feel important?”
I can`t figure out what it is...