Glassjaw - Siberian Kiss [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Give me back my pictures of me
Me, you, and him that makes three
It figures the wheezing will measure your rate of depress
And I hope that you know

Like a bitch in heat I hope she know
So put another penny in and turn the crank until the frames
Cease to move and the movie turns into a photo
A photo the size of a kiss I hope she knows

Staring at a Parisian sex flick where the characters don't meet
The characters don't speak, and the characters are
Like mirrors facing mirrors:
Space always expanding

So put another coin in and turn the crank until the frames
Cease to move and the movie turns into a photo
A photo the size of my fist I hope she knows

A hiccup in paradise
I keep you jealously to myself
In a photo the size of a kiss
A kiss in the shape of a bullet

On phone lines and letterhead, I'm dying about.I'm dying about
On phone lines and letterhead, I'm dying about. I'm dying about
I've watched you whore yourself out for one more thing
Why don't you sell yourself
There's always one more thing
Why don't you sell yourself
If I can't have you know one will
Pushing a lover to love another
Are you turned on?

A hiccup in paradise
I keep you jealously to myself
In a photo the size of a kiss
A kiss in the shape of a bullet

I keep you jealously to myself