Wedding — текст песни (The Psychedelic Furs)

crooked heals on battered boots
shoot down ragged miles
i`m coming home
i`m like a girl
in all her rags
and all her pearls
i hear her talk
through vicious teeth
sing god is gone
stop hanging on my sleeve
and i can`t speak
and all of that will never please
a hollow moon hung like a heart
stars like dirty sparks
on dirty seas
and never seen
and all of that
and all of these
i hear her dust
fall at her feet
and christ and all his crows
can`t keep it neat
so what of me
and all that i don`t wanna be
a bitter taste
a bitter pill
says nothing`s ever true
and ever will become of me
or make a sense of
what i see
on broken nerves
in ragged clothes
eyes that never close
stare back at me
and never see
and holler names
and follow me
what`s written now
you can`t erase
and pages from my past
get in my way
for one of why
i make a stand
or take a side