Joliet — текст песни (Seven Mary Three)

Joliet, she says, is the darkest part of a man…
It`s angry and slick
Into her letters writes
through herself each time
she thinks of him

Trips her way down south
into mystery`s mouth
and he follows her there
It`s what she doesn`t say
that makes you want to stay
and try to comfort her

I talked to the cousins of people who knew you
I asked them the questions they expected to hear
Like maybe a killing went down in your town
Maybe it`s the prison
or the birth of barbed wire

Joliet, she says, is the darkest part of a man…
It`s shaped like liberty`s bell
cracked and common law
and stretched out over its flaws
like an ink-less well

The hanging judge in town
records her comments down
she saves the crowd the truth -
and deals with it herself
Fills that hollow well
with nothing left to prove

I talked to mountains and streams that pushed through there
I talked to the trees that had no fruit to bear
to the colorless people that sat there
beneath her
curled up, stared

I talked to the cousins of people who knew you
I asked them the questions they expected to hear
Like maybe a killing went down in your town
Maybe it`s the prison
or the birth of barbed wire

Joliet