Оригинальный текст песни Open Mouth
It is not the feeling of coming close.
Young,
Risen from their wounds.
Young,
Lick the plate / place clean.
Has the rapture come? Has the Tuesday morning come?
Celebrity in rounds spit circles into psalms.
Graze. For a way to want their wants, they wait.
It is not the feeling of coming close.
What a time to be alive. They are risen, yes.
“What a world!” they said. They are wounded, yes.
What a time alive in this world. This world, before the next.
They don’t think of it much.
They dream when they sleep.
They don’t walk where they run.