Parenthetical Girls - Young Throats [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

He's lifelike when the light strikes right
Though no less charmless otherwise
Surprised with where my interest lies
I tried to bite my tongue this time

But tonight, Christ, can't you see my hands were tied?
My hands were tied
And on my mother's life
Suppose that I might
Throw this fight, God
Knows I surely tried

Come on, let's get this over with
I dreamt of this in triplicate
But trust must have its privileges
That just don't enter into this

Jesus Christ, look at the size of it
The size of it
Your lips clenched like a fist
What promises you wet them with

Brace yourself and this won't hurt a bit
And who could help but long for more than this
I crossed myself before I crossed your lips
And cling like hell to something just like this