Bike For Three! - No Idea How [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Steady. Unbreakable. Consistent. Fast
Dirt. Everything begins in the distant past
The sun rose. A clock started counting. A noise came
I got a crush on a girl with a boy's name...

Starting with nothing and building a tragic notion
With sparks, a hammer and nails, a magic potion
And drift wood. Ideas this good rarely fail
Anniversary time. A nursery rhyme. A fairy tale
The colour green. The greatest hits and worst misses
Laying down in the bed together and first kisses
Which way is up? And who's fingerprints is this?
Being born is agony and ignorance is bliss
And I'm so lost...

And right now the night owl delivers us to bad dreams
Tears that turn into vapour and sad screams
War all the time. This is how the attack sounded
Objects of desire obscured and backgrounded
It's unfair. One pair tortured and separated
Red is the colour now - everything is decorated
It's the hand you're dealt and the card played
Burning the house down and learning the hard way
Digging the exact same hole that's been dug before
Sexual want - it's a perpetual tug of war
Exploding hearts and mistakes that spark demolition
Hunger with sharp claws and dark premonition
And I'm so lost...

Carefully organized cruelty and measured violence

Treasured silence. Stranded on dessert islands
Dull pain that holds me with deep persistence
Freezing cold and being told to keep your distance
The blood that won't stop bleeding is hell's prize
Cursing yourself and the mirror that tells lies
Voices are everywhere I look and keep talking
Memory serves and the whole world is sleep walking
Bad things, bad things on the check-list
Already checked off, random and reckless
Breathing fire and outrage, I swear and swear
It's everyday life - the jack hammer and wear and tear
I question myself and the reply of the swarm
The slow death of the pen and the eye of the storm
Inside the lightning bolts and the snakes are woken
Feels like hell on wheels and the brakes are broken
And I'm so lost...

Here comes the end. It's the future. Belief
With it comes death and what a relief
It's night time. The colour is black. It's the void
And sometimes it's pretty when things are destroyed
This is what love looks like, it's unbearable
The sun is a constant. The moon is a variable
The shedding of skin, of time and regret
Remembering how good it feels to forget
I'm so lost...