sometimes, we remember our bedrooms

Η παγκόσμια μουσική θα μπορούσε να υπάρξει και χωρίς τους Arcade Fire, αλλά τα συναισθήματά μου απέναντί της θα ήταν πολύ διαφορετικά τα τελευταία χρόνια χωρίς αυτό το θριαμβευτικό τραγούδι που σε καταδικάζει να το ακούς ευτυχισμένος.

And if the snow buries my
My neighborhood
And if my parents are crying
Then I'll dig a tunnel
From my window to yours
Yeah, a tunnel from my window to yours

You climb out the chimney
And meet me in the middle
The middle of the town
And since there's no one else around
We let our hair grow long
And forget all we used to know
Then our skin gets thicker
From living out in the snow

You change all the lead
Sleeping in my head
As the day grows dim
I hear you sing a golden hymn

Then we tried to name our babies
But we forgot all the names that
The names we used to know
But sometimes, we remember our bedrooms
And our parent's bedrooms
And the bedrooms of our friends
Then we think of our parents
Well, what ever happened to them

You change all the lead
Sleeping in my head to gold
As the day grows dim
I hear you sing a golden hymn
The song I've been trying to sing

Purify the colors, purify my mind
Purify the colors, purify my mind
And spread the ashes of the colors
Over this heart of mine!