No Bird Sing - Land Mines [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Dream of escape
When you’re awake
It's easier to take high or close to the breakdown
Chase sound round to that dark alley-way
Light buzzin'
Wish it wasn’t
Just another block away
The stain is splattered on the gravel
And it captures the attachment to the tip of the spear
Subliminal fear
Littered in the closet, ain’t been open for years
Better hope the combination isn’t whispered to a criminal ear
Set to appear
In visions on the fifteenth
Gather old acquaintances
Hold their hands
Grit your teeth
Slip beneath
Your blanket
Try to get some sleep
Kissed the cheek
Of every cold epiphany now
Plant a seed up in the ground
Watch it bleed or let it drown
Set it free
Pick it up until it meets the fallen idols
Came down from artificial rain clouds
No one saw 'em comin'
Really was the same how
That little seed of mistrust
Grew up into a flower
Then devoured every piece of you with love before the hour turned to month
Month became the withered face of something it stayed, to chase the loneliness away
Say what you say
About the smile painted on the face of the clown
A joke is still stuck up in his throat somehow
Won’t go down
Up is where he came from
None of us are stubborn enough to feel the same buzz
Lit his last smoke
Pocket full of gasoline
Said his last prayer
Aware that it was blasphemy
After me
The planets gonna atrophy
Catch disease
You’re lucky if you last a week
Jokin' funny
But nobody loves a bitter thief
With jagged little teeth
Lying laden onto my relief
The rest of me is left wondering
What the thunder sees inside the storm
A normal way home
Is scattered with tornadoes
And rusted out pay phones
And I’ll ignore those warning signs with you
I’ll ignore those warning signs with you

[Hook x4]
16 landmines
17 pairs of feet
Don’t nobody move
‘less you think you’re gonna grow some wings

[Verse 2]
The only way we’re gonna survive
Is hiding behind the cloud cover up in the sky
Is painting silhouettes of guys in suits diving, floor forty-one
Started as a way to have fun
So jump
Forget about the ripcord
It's tucked under the rug with the skeletons and floorboards and
Four score and six years from now
It’ll still be the same, but somehow you gotta rise around it
Like your sick of the pounding
Like your sick of the yells
But its worse, because you’re sick of the silence
So jump
And if you fly then you’re a part of the problem
How could you solve it
With wings on your back
When you cut 'em they grow back
When you cut 'em they grow back
When you cut 'em they grow back
With those wings on your back
When you cut 'em they grow back
When you cut 'em they grow back
With those wings on your back
When you cut em they grow back
When you cut em they grow back
When you cut 'em they grow back
When you cut 'em they grow back

[Hook x4]
16 landmines
17 pairs of feet
Don’t nobody move
‘less you think you’re gonna grow some wings

You're gonna grow some wings [x8]