Rivers in the Dust

Radical Face2016年3月25日
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Rivers in the Dust - Radical Face

Written by:Benjamin 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 fingernails of giants

 

Like blood pulled through a vein

 

We rush the west in silence

 

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 wear a rose from yesterday

 

Like the world is green and over grown

 

And I wear a handkerchief around my mouth

To keep the dust and ashes out

 

I dream a glass of water

 

With you dreaming of the sea

 

And I'd 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 storm

 

Like it had climbed from the pages of some novel

 

And the sheets of dust hit everything

Like waves against the rocks

It was morning but I'd be damned

If I could tell

 

And you would hold my hand

And close your eyes

 

And I didn't mind

 

When hell bears its teeth

 

You learn your face

And this god forsaken sun could be the moon

 

For all it provides

 

Eyes are on the roads

 

Before it disappears again

 

***歌詞來自第三方***

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