Women - Venice Lockjaw [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

One more awful feeling
And fog rotate
Pelted on the second stair
Blood falls from your vision
Of an overdraw
Don't pant and we'll go unseen
Chirping birds
Passed off an open glare
Hung on a firework
Bodies at once we were
Torched by the burning sand
Touched by a folded hand
Ripped off in your marteau
And matching walk
Echoed in a crowded square
Dragged into submission
Only salt remains
Stranded with a crooked sore
Hiding pain
Into a pair of car
Crash into merchant shores
What you ask me for
Then he tries docks at ten
Dropped with his failing chore