Mark Kozelek & Jimmy LaValle - Caroline [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Walking down Broadway, pacing the streets in Chinatown
Walk them so much, will walk them when
I'm old and hunched over, maybe with a friend
Maybe with my lover, maybe alone

Circling the globe I ache with midnight loneliness, my heart turns black
The demons nest inside my soul when each night comes and I close the door
I feel the cold, I see the digital clocks and face the ceiling laying on my back
Got no willpower, honestly, I crave your touch to comfort me

Caroline
You're always in my heart
Caroline
Though I've lied before and I don't deserve your
Caroline
I don't deserve your kindness
Caroline

The Holiday Inn, the Hilton Hotel, the Intercontinental, the Admiral Fell
Embassy Suites, Islington, Jurys Inn, Doubletree's got a nice pool where I swim
Scandic Stockholm has got a nice gym, baths and saunas to soak in my sins
Marriot Courtyard, Radisson Blu, wherever I am I try to reach you

Cause nothing's better than any given day
Laying in bed with you, looking out at the bay
Watching a movie, or watching a fight
Like when Manny Pacquiao had an easy night
Of Ricky Hatton and I rolled over
And kissed your neck, and I smelled your skin
And I still fall in love with you every time
That I hold you close and I look in your eyes

Caroline
You always seem to find a way...
Caroline
When I'm lost at sea...
Caroline
When I'm hiding behind walls…
Caroline
When I don't feel like talk

When I'm icy as Nordic December
Disconnected and I cannot remember
If last Christmas we had spent together
If I'm alive or I'm a soft grey cloud
Sleepwalking through traffic lights downtown
When I can't discern, cannot decipher
Pages falling from the soul typewriter

Caroline
Are we running out of time?
Caroline
Cause there's no one I could find
Caroline
Without you I'm no one
Caroline

This morning I woke up next to my lover and her terrier pup
She went off worked her day long and I stayed home and I wrote songs
Took my break down the block and drank iced tea at the coffee shop
My agent called, said "I've got something for ya
Halifax, Nova Scotia, Winnipeg, Manitoba
Netherlands, London U.K., then come back home, Seattle, Portland, L.A.,"
Walking down Broadway through the streets in Chinatown, I scratched my head
And I looked down, still be walking them when I'm old, maybe with a friend
Maybe with my lover, maybe alone