Circle Takes the Square - Same Shade As Concrete [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Rejoice, rejoice a noble birth, a prince is born
Behold the birth of violence, beasts of fang and feather cry for our concrete rapture
And if we beg to be put down, unto us the most inspired storm
A princess ravaged by her prince; behold the birth of sex and distance
Two frail corpses both were they, his eyes were the first to stray
Every tree held fast the earth to sky
Concrete replaces every branch and twig as they were frayed upon the birth of ambition
The heavens filled our gilded vessel with poison tears
Before we drink, I propose a toast, a final prayer:
Here's to the watchers in the wood, here's to the last days, unto us a most inspired song

Shaper, stop the music
Halt the harp strings whose chords confuse our histories with textures
With the disheartened chorus of a hymnal whose choir is the conviction of the starving, artless
Tempted by the feast of proof that this body of work has worth
Uncertain as the fingering of a chord torn prematurely from a piano's womb

As we fill our precious lungs with concrete, that faithful shade, a shaper's song is stopped short- a dying breath a singing shore
Then the only movement and the last remains of grace:
Pollen falling off the simple hinge joint leg upon the final breath of a dragonfly
A cardinal, lost but headstrong in mid flight cries for our concrete rapture

Wade in the water, wade. Let the flood swell, thank the storm for her tears
The faithful say its beautiful, its god's will
But the fool knows what the prophets have seen, no salvation's impending
The faithful say its beautiful, its god's will let the flood swell and the bodies that break we'll just float down the river. Stay tame, soft river, while we weigh our faith, stay sweet, run softly, sweet river, the fool who wades in doubt will float like concrete
Come and fill your lungs. Come and fill your lungs
There's so much hope buried underneath tragedy, its the same shade as concrete
The faithful say its beautiful, its god's will, let the flood swell
On the loudspeaker sermons and a parish descending
There's so much hope buried underneath tragedy, it's the same shade as concrete

Let the flood swell