The whole place is dark Every light on this side of the town Suddenly it all went down Now we'll all be brothers of, the fossil fire of the sun Now we will all be sisters of, the fossil blood of the moon
Someone must have set 'em up Now they'll be working in the cold grey rock Now they'll be working in the hot mill steam Now they'll be working in the concrete In the sirens and the silences now All the great, set up hearts All at once, they start to beat
After tonight if you don't want this to be A secret out of the past I will resurrect it, I'll have a good go at it I'll streak his blood across my beak And dust my feathers with his ash Feel his ghost breathing down my back
I will try and know whatever I try I will be gone, but not forever I will try and know whatever I try I will be gone, but not forever
The real truth about it is No one gets it right
The real truth about it is We're all supposed to try There ain't no end to the sands I've been trying to cross
The real truth about it is My kind of life's no better off If it's got the maps, or if it's lost
We will try and know whatever we try We will be gone, but not forever Come on let's try and know whatever we try We will be gone, but not forever
The real truth about it is There ain't no end to the desert I'll cross
I've really known it all along
Oh Mama here comes midnight With the dead moon in its jaws Must be the big star about to fall
Oh Mama here comes midnight With the dead moon in its jaws Must be the big star about to fall
Oh Mama here comes midnight With the dead moon in its jaws Must be the big star about to fall
Long, dark blues Will-o'-the-wisp Long, dark blues The big star is falling Long, dark blues Will-o'-the-wisp The big star is falling
Long, dark blues Through the static and distance Long, dark blues A farewell transmission Long, dark blues Listen Long, dark blues Listen Long, dark blues Listen Long, dark blues ListenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
