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letra de i believe in the savant in you - marsy mars

verse 1
when my sister was born, i bent down
to her and whispered conspiratorially
“many mutual enemies have we
mutuals moral in the main
we may never have more n0ble cause
to put aside our differences and be friends”
of course, it transpired that she was born into
a world of her own, of fire, law and wisdom apart
and i wouldn’t realise that in taking to heart
her packet stacking, her babbling that became poetic prodigy
i had first freed someonе by understanding them
i would just chastise mum and dad’s friеnds who wondered
why she resisted their attempts to hold her; i just knew
she needed a fierce good to protect her, and long before
we could identify our true mutual enemy, she was the
fierce good who protected me

chorus
i believe in the savant in you

verse 2
“sis, i know when the carpet of our conversation
hovers above regions pregnant with latent distress
from the mosquitos, engorged with blood of
your feeling, which spear on the carpet’s tassel tresses
what’s moving you? some magneto of the belly milks
or lactose’s private moon?” she scoffed, swigged milk like a loon
so her indifference to her intolerance could be proved
“no; i have seen how this flying carpet sags, brother;
one of us is clearly carrying more weight than he is revealing
i know you have an inner load to bore.” “you mean to bear,”
i boorishly corrected, she stated: “just as foreigners plant english
with more reverence than natives, so have i committed
to memory a grammar that most would take for granted.”
she said “i expect what i’m about to say will make your
face take on that aspect of a horse, startled as it falls from a cliff;”

verse 3
“i want you to understand the way you exoticise the world
and all the people in it; it will doom you to alone-ity
you’ve begun to do it even to me; me who you once insisted
be permitted to the kingdoms of convention most passionately
remember when you gaffed in my presence, ‘sometimes i wish i
could be a savant too.’ i replied with irony evanescent ‘don’t worry
brother, i believe in the savant in you!’”
“forgive me, sis, but don’t gripe for being my sole vessel of hope.”
“nope; see, in being so extreme, you will lose yourself
in the strength of your feelings;
and the people around you will cease to be but enactments of your
feeling towards them. it may be your disdain of their conduct
makes your heart beat faster, and makes you feel your own heart’s master
but i know you will come to hate mum and dad if that feeling you take after
many people presume i do not have emotions as such
but i understand the perils of a life lived in their thrall,”
“i know that’s not true, sis, you do, i know you feel them all”
“i know you know; you were the first one to know how i do;
so don’t ever let me feel again that you look at me
with the same sentiment you do now.”
“how do you know i feel that?” “it’s in your brow, where
such things of yours are always to be found”

- marsy mars

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