Текст песни Foam Castles - William Carlos Williams

He’s got a bone to pick with insincerity
The standing water and the blossoming trees
Twisted upon herself like a winter wind
His widow’s drowning down near the marsh

He thinks before he says so
A vague melody
He thinks before he says so

A million patients and a few million verses
He knows what’s necessary to do

He thinks before he says so
A vague melody
He thinks before he says so