Twisted And Bent — текст песни (Trash Can Sinatras)

I come aboard
I sing a lament
The world isn`t round
It`s Twisted and Bent
But to face doom in a sock-stenched room all by myself
Is the kind of fate I never contemplate
That reminds me of the time I felt
It`s time for sin and catholic guilt
Two years later to the day
I had reason to confess
With her hair a shining shade
Of bus-conductress blonde
Tales of music and movement
Were told in grip and groan
But to put these thoughts
In songs like theirs
Of the honest truth
There`d be no trace
Just lying out loud
Good God give me strength to face another lazy day of
If I was a millionaire I`d be a million miles from here
You came into my life like a brick through a window
And I cracked a smile
I know her face so well
Although the color of her eyes
Escapes me for the moment
Though her embrace
Is like being short-changed
But if I knew what made carpets fly
I wouldn`t be sitting here
Twiddling my thumbs
I`d threadbare my soul
And wheedle my way
Into other people`s lives
And out of my own
So typical - a battle of wits
And I`ve come half prepared
Now we raised a toast to celebrate
As December`s embers fade
But every fire is just a hoax
For January`s little joke
Halfway to paralyzed my understudy`s eyes grew tired
Every actor hides a heckle,
doctor hydes a jekyll
See through my disguise
But I forget the conversation we had
I don`t remember what you said or did
That made you so attractive
I`m immortal
And that`s no life at all