Текст Ezra Furman – Walk On In Darkness

Now that everyone’s gone, it’s just me and the Lord
In this little apartment in Queens
With the trash piled high and a chain on the door
And the neighbors all know what that rattling means

Walk on in darkness, deeper than the ocean
Walk on in darkness and I will not understand
Walk on in darkness, black, opaque and devious
Walk on in darkness deep
Do the alley-cat dance

Now I’m out in the street and the rain’s never-ending
Got a taste for the things we can’t know
And God’s calling me back on my portable headset
There’s a horn in the gutter that’s starting to blow
Talk to me, talk to me, when you sad, when you lonely
But don’t talk to the man from the government hole
Take off your head
Walk on in darkness, boarded up in mystery
Walk on in darkness and shield me from the swarm
Walk on in darkness, cottonball material
Walk on in darkness deep-tap (tap, tap, tap) toes