Circle Takes the Square - Crowquill [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Nothing's so lucid as the promise of dreams, but these pills we found just make me sleep
There's nothing quite so pure as the written word my dear, so lets have ourselves a little poem
Until the will to speak loses urgency
Our animal indecency in print is so blase
Its about the bell tower, at the golden hour
Angel of the spires climbs here steel cage staircase spine, angle of desire
Ascend the wrought iron, one by one, wrung by wrung
Is it the rising roof line that makes me feel so swallowed whole
Or the way my body barely pricks the sky
The same as a century's worth of virgin's blood that's passed through my longing veins
Scheming to convince my aching mind that pleasure's got nothing on the miracle of need
Nothing's so purile as meter and rhyme when you can't see the ground from that ledge and this perch is so far, far from the nest
Gravity doesn't grant me the privilege of failure my bough never breaks
I don't stumble into anything
So I climb and I carve my initials in the bark with that feather I found but its all so contrived
My genes didn't bless me with the foresight of a sage but I know how this will end, in apologies and ink on the page
A slowly constructed crow quilled confession of my spirit to all of you
Black waterproof ink scars the board, so hot-pressed, pristine and pure
A slowly constructed manifestation of to tremble
As base as a bridge in a song and less like the poem that I promised you
Nothing's so lurid as haiku-detat on sidewalks in white outlined chalk
All I've got is this ink smeared lines
With our voices in harmony, the offering, of a crow quilled threnody