The Shins - Saint Simon [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

After all these implements and texts designed by intellects
So vexed to find, evidently there's still so much that hides
And though the saints dub us divine in ancient feeding lines
Their sentiment is just as hard to pluck from the vine

I'll try hard not to pretend, allow myself no mock defense
Step into the night

Since I don't have time nor mind to figure out the nursery rhymes
That helped us out in making sense of our lives
The cruel, uneventful state of apathy releases me
I value them but I won't cry every time one's wiped out

I'll try hard not to give in, batten down to fare the wind
Rid my head of this pretense, allow myself no mock defense
Step into the night

Mercy's eyes are blue and when she places them in front of you
Nothing holds a Roman candle to the solemn warmth you feel
There's no measuring of it as nothing else is love

I'll try hard not to give in, batten down to fare the wind
Rid my head of this pretense, allow myself no mock defense
Step into the night

Mercy's eyes are blue when she places them in front of you
Nothing really holds a candle to the solemn warmth you feel inside you