Torpus & The Art Directors - In Hushed Tones [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Let's take the next slow train
To my home, I need it again
I've never been much of a city child

She cries, my darling cries
To show the weight of her burden
But let's put that on a separate pile

Everything's just rolling around
It sometimes seems there's no need
For any passion or a destination

You groan, I sigh and you moan
But each seat is taken for our loathing
And our devastation

I need a change
Still your bored and tired face is just enlightened by displays
And I'm tired of being disgraced in hushed tones
To rearrange
What I've got and then restart, only following the heart
And not a reason, not my mind, no rule of any kind
Or the telephone

I don't care about where I go
To the clown, the lawyer or the country
With a name that no one's ever heard
Because after all, the sun is
So I guess, the only one
Who has ever seen the entire world

I need a change
Still your bored and tired face is just enlightened by displays
And I'm tired of being disgraced in hushed tones
To rearrange
What I've got and then restart, only following the heart
And not a reason, not my mind, no rule of any kind
Or the telephone

I need a change to rearrange
Still your bored and tired face
Is just enlightened by displays
And I'm tired of being disgraced
Or rearranged in hushed tones