I Couldn`t Give It To You (3 31) — текст песни (Hunters And Collectors)

(I`ve lost my tweezers)
At this late stage of the game you cannot tell
If it is night or if it`s daytime
And I`ve come around to your door
To muck around and make mince-meat of your life
And beneath the glow of your back porch light
You were passing like a thing possessed
And snap, snap, snap
Your teeth are chewing on my daily routine
Yeah I couldn`t give it up, and I couldn`t if I tried
When I saw a scared nation yelling inside
Yeah I couldn`t give it up, and I couldn`t if I tried
I was underneath the floor, I was trying to hide
Trying to hide
At this late stage of the game you cannot tell
If it is night or if it`s daytime
And I`ve come around to your door
To muck around and make mince-meat of your life
And there was a whole nation crowded inside
With tongues of fire dancing on their skulls
And every door, every manhole sealed up tight
And pretty soon I realised
Here was the perfect space inside
And I couldn`t give it to you if I tried!
I couldn`t give it to you if I tried!