Pascal's Submarine Songtext
von Gord Downie

Na na, na-na na, na-na na na-na na
Na na, na-na na, na-na na na-na na

There′s not a breath of air tonight
I got my windows all thrown open wide
Praying for any little breeze
To move the curtains, shake the leaves
Tonight, yeah

Stumbled into sleep's ravine
Into a dream of Pascal′s Submarine, yeah
If you can remain quiet and still
You might escape life's fill
Of misery

Na na, na-na na, na-na na na-na na
Na na, na-na na, na-na na na-na na

A woman's had all she can stand
Hysterically screaming, "I′m waiting for my man", yeah
"Madam, we′re doing all we can
But can you give me your man's name
Again?"


Are they dead or worse, alive?
Is there something that you′re trying to hide? Yeah
Russian accent, Las Vegas Cap says
"Can we talk about all that
Inside?"

With Klebanov within her grasp
There's just one more thing she′s dying to ask, yeah
They stuck a needle in her arm
Saying, "Don't do yourself more harm"
She collapsed

Na na, na-na na, na-na na na-na na
Na na, na-na na, na-na na na-na na

There′s not a breath of air tonight
We got our windows all thrown open wide, yeah
Praying on any little breeze
For the skeletons, for the effigies
Tonight

Na na, na-na na, na-na na na-na na
Na na, na-na na, na-na na na-na na

Na na, na-na na, na-na na na-na na
Na na, na-na na, na-na na na-na na

Na na, na-na na, na-na na na-na na
Na na, na-na na, na-na na na-na na