Testo di '40 Mark Strasse' di The Shins

Is it all so very simple
And horribly complex
You're suffering a thimble and
There's nothing coming next
Your mom smokes in the kitchen
Her voice a cutting drone
They're creeping out
You've passed the bar
Your father's second home
That leaves you on your own

Nights I'd often watch you
Float across the grounds
Out the gate
To the motorway
What secrets have you found?

You had to know I wanted
Something from you then
Too young to know just what it was
Something more than a friend
Is that you at the end?

Well, you play
In the street at night
And blow like a broken kite
My girl, you've given up the fight
Are you going to let these Americans
Put another dent in your life?

My mother says you're dirty
They're going to find you dead
But have you got that final chapter
Written in your head?

'Cause every single story
Is a story about love
Both the overflowing cup
And the painful lack thereof
You've got the heart of a dove
But you play
In the street at night

(In the street out at night)
And blow just like a broken kite
(The broken kite)
My girl, you've given up the fight
(Given up the fight)
You have to lose all them childish notions
If you're going to let these American boys
Put another dent in your life

You play
In the street at night
(In the street out at night)
And blow just like a broken kite
(The broken kite)

My girl, you've given up the fight
(Given up the fight)
You have to lose them childish notions
Are you going to let these Americans
Put another dent in your life?