Black Sky 歌詞
Black Sky - Sam Phillips
The trees are listening
Each time a missile's made
They hide three mystics
The earth sends from her grave
To tell us the future
Has been stolen away
By diggers drillers and sellers
We won't stop
Till we're underneath a black sky
He took my picture
In the cemetery sun
My body was tempted
To crumble into one
Reunion of dust until
Creation's done
Returning ashes to ashes
We won't stop
Till we're underneath a black sky
The commerce the intrigue
Self slaughtered souls cry out
To dead poor men
For a drink at the waterhole
Their tongues will burn dry
As the day they were sold for
The forests raped into deserts
We won't stop
Till we're underneath a black sky