A fence is stretched across my brow A divided country: then and now, And you the border guard My caravan waved off the track With dusty miners hid in back, Their faces glowing hard … Bruised and black and hunkered down, From sparkling fuses underground, And digging the way through To surface on some other side With time to burn, a past to hide, And one eye out for you
WIth letters cut from magazines I hide my hand and speak between The truth and what I need I lift the face of something strong, To mask the shadow growing long And blur what it concedes… I've found myself out on a range Found the mirror staring strange, Demanding what I knew Of tell-tale stripes across my back The eyes I keep - each blue and black, And both of them out for you
Now I've crossed into some northern town Where winds rise up and stars come down And no one knows my name I stitch a coat from what I find And weave a story in my mind With nothing such as blame … I scrawl out pages, watch them burn The jumpy horses nod in turn, The way I need them to Before I run them to the fields As buildings blaze and dot the hills Like all eyes out for youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
