Rivers in the Dust歌词

制作人 : Ben Cooper
the sweat cuts rivers in the dust
on your face
while the wheels beneath complain
the wind still whistles through the haze
the sun shines like a razorblade
and the bones of crops and banknotes pave the way
the highways are lined with graves
like the fingernail of giants
like blood pulled through a vein
we rush the west in slience
and i am not the one you wanted here
but i will fill my post
heaven's touch is often out of reach to those who want it most
you were a rose from yesterday like the world is green and over grown
and i wear a handerchief around my mouth to keep the dust and ashes out
i dream a glass of water with u dreaming of the sea
and i watch my feet
and you would watch the sky
and we would wonder why our eyes no longer meet
it was hard to call the thing we saw a strom like it had climbed from the pages of some novel
and the sheets of dust hit everything like weaves against the rocks
it was morning but i'd be damned if i could tell
and u would hold my hand and close your eyes
and i didn't mind
when hell bears its teeth you learn your place
and this god forsaken sun could be the moon for all it provide
eyes are on the road before it dissappears again
龙乱弹到此一游