Ms. Lazarus — текст песни (Hum)

I come to you all dressed in sound,
with bluebirds tripping wires to the ground,
connected to a time machine that will not power down.
Set the crosshairs back on one,
you said we`d only die here in a sun.
The way your headstone shines,
I only wish that it was mine.

So set the crosshairs back on one,
I nail the loop that brings the second run,
past the wished on charms
and through the lens back to your living arms.

This time machine won`t power down.
And this time machine won`t power down.

And still the crosshairs rest on one,
and still you rest there in the morning sun.
Still I fumble through pages of constructions on the ride.
I like the blown out sound we`ve found,
I like the way it feels here coming down.
The way your headstone shines, I only wish that it was mine.