Из альбома: One Cold Night
Original By Pearl Jam
Vacate is the wordvengeance has no place so near to her
Cannot find a comfort in this world
Artificial tears the vessel stabbednext up, volunteers
Vulnerable, wisdom can't adhere
A truant finds homeand a will to hold on
There's a trapdoor in the sunimmortality
As privileged as a whorevictims in demand for public show
Swept out through the cracks beneath the door
Holier than thou, how?
Surrenderedexecuted anyhow
Scrawl dissolved, cigar box on the floor
A truant finds homeand a will to hold on to
There's a trapdoor in the sun
Immortality
I cannot stop the thoughtof running out the door
Coming up, a which way sign, all good truants must decide
Oh, stripped and sold, mom and an auctioned forearm
And whiskers in the sink
As Truant finds homeand a will to hold on, to,
Some die just to live
Ohh