David Crosby - Slice Of Time [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
A slice of time
Curling, peeling
Back from the edge of the knife
Light fluttering
As if between two trains
Motor-drive frames of life
Long blends of days
Stream into nights
Consciousness barely coping
The land going by seems level
But really the tracks are
Increasingly sloping

[Hook]
Images, images, images, images
Arranged against a blank wall
Images, images, images, images
Telling the truth to us all

[Verse 2]
Pluck out a day
A week or an hour
Hold it up, hold it up to the light
Freeze the frame
Really look at the faces
With all of your sight

[Verse 3]
See the eyes
Looking at you
Immerse yourself into that minute
My teacher said time is elastic
I wonder just what
I’ll find in it

[Hook]

[Outro]
A slice of time
Curling, peeling
Back from the edge of the knife