Besedila: Me Without You. A Glass Can Only Spill What It Contains.

A cat came drifting onto my porch from the outside cold
And with eyes closed, drinking warm milk from my bowl
Thought, 'Nobody hears me, nobody hears me
As I crept in so soft and nobody sees me, nobody sees me
As I watched six steps off'

Like the peacocks wandering the walkways of the zoo
Who have twice the autonomy as the giraffes and the tigers do
Saying, 'No one can stop me, no one can stop me
No one clips my claws, now everyone watch me
Everyone watch me, scale these outside walls'

Oh, you pious and profane put away your praise and blame
A glass can only spill what it contains
To the perpetually plain and the incurably inane
A glass can only spill what it contains

What new mystery is this?
What blessed backwardness?
The Immeasurable One is held and does not resist
Struck by wicked words and foolish fists of senseless men
The Almighty One does not defend

I was halfway listening to what she thinks she knows
We're like children dressing in our parents' clothes
Saying, 'Nobody knows me, nobody knows me
No one knows my name
Nobody knows me, nobody knows me
Nobody knows me'

I half-heartedly explained but gave up peacefully ashamed
A glass can only spill what it contains
We went to Portugal and Spain and in her mind the entire time it rained
A glass can only spill what it contains

What new mystery is this? In overflowing emptiness
The Invisible is seen among the shadows and the mist
Before my doubting eyes the Infinite appears in time
The unquestionable is questioned but makes no reply

What new mystery is this?
What new mystery is this?
What new mystery is this?
What new mystery is this?
What new mystery is this?
My Rabbi, my lips betray with a kiss
What new mystery is this?