Текстове на песни: Jane Siberry. Last Word.

In the beginning there was the word
And the word was sent through
A thousand different telephone lines
And became garbled and distorted

And so began the long process of sorting out
The wheat from the chaff, the milk from the whey
The truth from the lies, the night from the day

Xylem and Phloem
Flotsam and Jetsam
David and Goliath
Donner and Blitzen

In the end there was still the word
Was it still the same word?