No birds today Just this square patch of gray Molting sky moving in on its morning prey
No words today No one knocking at the gate I lost my name long before I lost my way
I wonder what he thinks out there Pastures turn from black to green and black again The sun it carves a well worn path from here to there and the next day back
No birds today Just this dull sky of gray Winter's quickly moving in on its skulking prey
No dust today No clouds rising from my driveway No hope drifting slowly my way
I wonder what he thinks in there Pastures turn from black to green and black again The sun it carves a well worn path from here to there and the next day back
Cold bars of steel I'm beginning to dig the feel of all that disappears into... ethereal
Cold words of hate Now I'm seeing how things break Much too late now to cure my mistakes
I wonder what he thinks in there Pastures turn from black to green and black again The sun it carves a well worn path from here to there and the next day back
No birds today Just this barren stretch of gray Just this barren stretch of grayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
